And you’re my neighbor’s daughter. He scowled in annoyance, knowing he’d have to bother with washing them. He was tired and agitated. May I come inside?”
Ah. “Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with. Hunter climbed off the bed, propping Alicia’s back on pillows against the bedpost. “First off, I’m at least 20 years older. But it’s such a shame you’re not going home with these again,” murmured Hunter, gliding the tip of his thumbs up Alicia’s laced panties. “Not fucking answering,” sighed Hunter, bunching his hair into his hand. “You’re not completely spent yet, are you, Alicia?” said Hunter. And he hoped that if he ignored them for long enough, they would leave. “Use this,” he sternly said, not waiting for a response from Alicia. On the bed, Alicia twitched endlessly from the pleasure of only Hunter’s fingers. But he had something bigger to deal with. She flinched, wanting to pull away, but Hunter held her head in place. Oh, and I hear you like to have really rough sex.
