He slid them off her legs, eliciting a small moan from Alicia. She cleaned it off his finger with her soft tongue and opened her mouth back up with a pop sound. “Coming to me just for sex—that makes you a slut, doesn’t it?” coaxed Hunter, pulling in and out of Alicia. His age seemed to catch up to him, as he was experiencing its symptoms. He was tired and agitated. His tongue met with hers and entwined with hers. Hunter flipped Alicia’s body over and pulled her ass toward him. The contact of their skin created short slapping sounds, only milliseconds long enough as Hunter was fucking her through and through. Hunter slightly scolded himself for the thoughts, swatting away those previous thoughts. “Use this,” he sternly said, not waiting for a response from Alicia. “Alicia—get off my bed,” was the only thing that Hunter could respond with.
