#huntty

Hunter Clarington: wasn’t exactly sure how he felt about his and Kitty’s relationship just yet, but he did know that he needed a distraction from how often he was questioning his sexuality, a lot more often since he hooked up with his best friend. Hunter was straight, or at least that was what he was telling himself, and Kitty was nice to look at and seemed interesting enough that it seemed like a very good idea to possibly pursue a relationship with her, whether that be a purely sexual one or not. He gladly offered himself as Kitty’s date to the book festival and then took up her offer for them to go on a run together because she seemed very interested in him, and Hunter couldn’t really blame her. The day was beautiful, and there was no sign of rain in the forecast, so Hunter figured they should go to Central Park after all to have their little running date. Hunter showed up at Kitty’s dorm room door at the time they agreed to wearing a pair of black Nike training shorts, a grey Nike tank top, and his blue pair of New Balance running shoes, before knocking three times, waiting for his date to open the door so he could see her in person already.

  Kitty Wilde hadn’t been running with someone in a long time, she had thought about asking Marley to come on a jog, but now it seemed too impossible. Her Imagination kept running wild, ideas of sweat running down the elegant slope of her neck, a single bead journeying between creamy breasts. The idea was Mouth watering, and of course too much for Kitty. She felt better distancing herself from the sinful desires in the bottom of her stomach, which was exactly how she had been taught to deal with problems growing up. From an early age her father told her to run from things she couldn’t change, fight, ridicule, and be the best no matter what. Now, hungry for another taste of what was between Marley’s thighs, she was running head first at Hunter with a desperate need to be cured of whatever was in her brain. That is what lead to her standing in front of the mirror, a pony tale keeping her hair back, her body covered in a loose tank top and short-shorts. Licking her lips she analyzed her appearance, deeming it hot enough. The shorts showed off her legs, the toned muscles which would ripple when she ran, which made her even more sexually appealing. Walking to the door when she heard the knock, she opened it, sinister smirk already in place on her face. “Hey, you.” She said flirty, before turning her head back to the room behind her. “I am going running with, Hunter. Have fun in class!” Kitty screamed while closing the door behind her and turning to walk down the hall back out of the building.

  Hunter Clarington: made it a point to look over Kitty’s body the moment she opened the door, making it look like he was interested in what she had to offer and he was sure if he was straight, he would be, because Kitty was gorgeous. Though, he was straight; of course he was. “Hey,” Hunter greeted, his eyes finally reaching Kitty’s before an amused smile reached his lips as he watched her yell to her roommate. “You look good,” he complimented with a smirk, the palm of his hand resting against Kitty’s lower back as the guided them out of the dorms and into the fresh air of New York City. “Excited for our run?” Hunter asked as they walked towards Central Park, his thumb idly rubbing at the material of Kitty’s tank top.

  Kitty Wilde could feel the eyes on her, lingering exactly where she wanted. Pride swirled in her stomach from getting it right, from picking the outfit and keeping herself in shape to allure a man’s attention. Nibbling on her lip, she looked up at him through eyelashes as he complemented her. “You don’t look bad yourself.” Hazel eyes scanned his clothing, replacing her pearly whites with her tongue. Rolling it over her lips, she hummed an approval, “You might even be deemed ‘delicious’.” Honestly, to Kitty’s eyes, he did look good, but there wasn’t that surge of energy coursing through her veins. The type of energy she gathered from simply seeing Marley tie her long, dark locks up. Not lingering on the contrasting experiences, she decided to focus solely on the man she had to her right. Leaning into his soft touch on her back, “I’ve never been more ready for a run in my life. “ She responded without a second hesitation, knowing exactly how to play a part. Kitty’s body pressed itself, ever so casually, up against the stronger frame. In that second, she did feel something. Safety. Something Kitty Wilde hadn’t experienced in a very, very long time.

  Hunter Clarington: ‘s ego grew, larger than it already was, at Kitty’s compliment, glad to see that his date approved of how he looked and seemed to be interested in him just as much as she was when they talked online. He knew if he really wanted Kitty, he would be able to get her eventually but it was definitely plus that she, seemed to be at least, interested in him sexually; if her implications when they talked online were anything to go by. Hunter really needed a distraction from Sebastian and the possibility that he could be something other than straight, and sleeping with girls seemed to be the best way to do that. “Can’t say I’ve heard that one before, but I’ll take it,” Hunter replied with a smile, not at all missing the way Kitty leaned her body in towards his. He was glad for it, but at the same time he couldn’t get his best friend out of his head, somewhat wishing that it was Sebastian’s body that was leaning into his inside of Kitty’s, but he quickly shook that thought out of his head. “I’m glad to hear it,” Hunter said, his thumb still slowly rubbing against the material of her shirt as they walked towards the Park, and then finally dropping his hand from her back when they reached their destination. Hunter started to do some stretches to relax the muscles in his body when he realized he should try and get to know Kitty a little bit better. “So, I’ve realized we don’t know that much about each other. We should change that,” he said as he bent his arm over his head and then grabbed at his below with his other hand. “What are you majoring in at NYAPA?”

  Kitty Wilde licked her lips, continuing to look at him with curious eyes that held the ability to turn stone cold in an instant. They walked at a slow pace to the park, as it was not located far from the campus and the weather warming as the day slowly progressed. Taking a gentle breath her mind calmed of fleeting ideas about Marley and her head fixed on the gentleman who had his hand on her back. When they reached their destination, his hand slipped from the place allowing her mind to flutter around, desperate to find a constant to focus on. Kitty’s head swirling with repressed ideas, she decide to look at the park and she hummed as she did. It was magnificent, especially in the fresh, morning light. Her home town was one thing, but this, this was like wonderland or neverland. Maybe even a mixture of both. Closing her eyes as if to take a picture, she held it in her head and then turned to the stretching man by her side. Cocking her head, she looked appreciatively at the flexing muscles and ripples. The perfect view for anyone who mildly cared, she wasn’t that person. She found it, like looking at her own body. She saw that he was hot, extremely, but not Marley hot. “Damn.” She groaned, acting it out anyway. Kicking her leg out to stretch the thigh muscles, she arched an eyebrow at his words. Suggestively smirking at him, “Yeah, we should change that.” Her voiced laced with a double meaning. “I major in Music. Not that singing bullshit, real music. The kind you play on a violin or a piano. Classical. You?”

  Hunter Clarington: didn’t miss the way Kitty’s gaze swept over his muscles, and he made it a point to flex them a little bit more now that he knew he had an audience. Hunter knew he was attractive, extremely in fact, and he knew how toned and defined his muscles were and he was going to use them to his advantage to get Kitty interested in him more than she already was. He flashed Kitty a grin when he heard her compliment her in a one word groan before making a point in looking over at her thigh as he continued to stretch, making himself seemed interested in her body as much as he could. Hunter could appreciate a woman’s body, but that didn’t mean it ever turned him on. He caught on quickly to what Kitty meant when she replied to him, and a part of him was glad, glad that she wanted something sexual with him because he wasn’t so sure he would be able to pretend to like her romantically. “Interesting,” Hunter nodded as he continued to stretch his arms and legs out. “Do you play either one of those instruments?” He asked before nudging his head over to where a running trail was, waiting for her to get the hint before starting to jog along side her. “I’m majoring in Theater. I’m really into screenwriting, and the history of the stage mainly.”

  Kitty Wilde of course, was delighted in his lingering gaze. Almost allowing the idea of them to spur on her movements, making her emphasize every movement into a more sexual response. A dance of stretching, powered solely by the need to have her heterosexuality validated. Figuring out he had caught on to her little suggestion of getting naked together, she fluttered her eyes and let herself breath. “I play both.” Kitty responded coolly, looking at her rather long fingers, perfectly manicured for the job. Flexing them once as she remembered how she had easily split toned milk thighs apart to encourage Marley to groan her name. Subconsciously licking her lips as her eyes zoned in on his body once more, she wasn’t seeing him, but the images of that night. Yet, as her eyes dilated anyone could mistake her desires for being for the man she was with. That viewpoint was only encouraged when Kitty gently stuck her chest out and started to jog at the same pace next to his tall, strong frame. Listening she smiled, “I thought so.” Kitty laughed, not at all picturing Hunter to be a vocal major or dance major. He was conforming into a pre-made box, but Kitty had to admit. She enjoyed his company. “So, tell me, Hunter. Do you have any weird kinks?”

  Hunter Clarington: ‘s eyes followed Kitty’s and looked down at her long fingers, thinking to himself that, yes, she could definitely be an amazing piano player and then wondering what those fingers would feel like wrapped around his cock or running through his hair, because he was straight of course and straight guys thought of those things. Hunter’s heart started to beat rapidly against his hard chest as he saw the way Kitty was looking at him, her eyes full of obvious desire and Hunter had to admit he felt a surge of pride run through him, though he didn’t feel much desire for her back, for reasons he didn’t want to think about. He grinned over at Kitty when he heard her reply as they continued to jog, but was completely taken aback when she continued to speak, not at all expecting her to say something like that; though, it wasn’t too surprising. “Weird kinks?” Hunter asked, raising his eyebrows slightly. “I wouldn’t necessarily call them weird. Maybe I’ll tell you them if you tell me yours, first.”

  Kitty Wilde let her hand fall to her side, looking up at the wide cheesy grin with humor. Though as she looked at him, the swirling desire was still like a storm in her eyes. That look reminded her off her next door neighbor's son, all full of cheeky, yet good, intention. He almost pitied Hunter, he had no idea what she was capable of. As those blunt words hung in the air, she kept her pace next to him. Finding it easy to bare as her small legs took two step for each one he did. Leaning her head to her left, she hummed acknowledging that she had in fact said ‘kinks’. This was her way of finding out what the person was made of, you either had Marley’s type who would blush and say none, or fix her with a stare and warn her with her name. Low and delightful, that always caused Kitty to giggle and retract her question. You had those who would make you sorry for asking, presenting the most disgusting kink imaginable and then you had the flirts. Hunter was a flirt, as she looked down the track and saw a small seating area coming up. Kitty smirked to herself with a plan, “Okay, how about whoever wins a small race spills their kinks first?” Pointing over to the seating area, she jutted her chin out. “To the seating area, okay?” As soon as the word okay left her lips, she was sprinting as fast as she could. Knowing that the taller man had the advantage.

  Hunter Clarington: had to admit he was amused by Kitty’s question, and she was definitely interesting and was a girl who would keep him on his toes and for that he was thankful for. She could handle her own very well, from what he’s seen, and once he ends whatever they have, it’ll be good to know she wouldn’t cry about it like some quiet girl would. Kitty didn’t seem to have any emotions, besides being flirtatious, and for that he was glad because he didn’t ever liked to show his. Not that he’d admit to every having them. “Alright,” Hunter grinned at her suggestion, only feeling a little bit sorry that Kitty had no chance, though he really wasn’t excited about sharing something as personal as his sexual kinks so he quickly decided he was going to let her win. He quickly started to run a few seconds after Kitty did, running past her for a good portion of their run before eventually letting her win at the end, his breathing shallow as he tried to catch his breath before grinning over at her. “Looks like you’re up first.”

  Kitty Wilde stopped, panting hard and rubbing her hands on her silky soft legs. She caught her breath, then pushed him with all her strength barely making him move. “You let me win.” She chuckled, then rested on her feet leaning her neck back and letting the sun heat her face. Slowly biting down on her lip, she looked back to Hunter who was panting and a little disheveled from the run. She presumed she looked equally as sexy and began to husk out the words that described what made her drip with desire. “ I like being denied my release, until I am screaming for it.” Kitty stepped closer, head tilted and eyes gently narrowing as she challenged him to resist her temptations. “I like being spanked and told how naughty I am, but most of all…” She leaned up, resting her hands on his chest as she went onto tiptoes. “I love public sex.” Kitty rolled her knee against his thigh, trying to turn him on. “So, Hunt, what do you like.” She leaned closer, her lips coming closer to Hunter’s, her head swarming with how Marley tasted.

  Hunter Clarington: couldn’t help but laugh loudly when he felt Kitty push at his chest, not at all surprised that she would be annoyed because she didn’t seem to be the type of person to want to win because someone let her. His gaze dropped down to where his date was biting down onto her bottom lip, and if she were Sebastian, Hunter would have been thoroughly turned him on by now and ready to bit down onto his lip instead but alas, this was Kitty, very much a girl, and Hunter couldn’t feel any desire for her no matter how hard he tried. Hunter slowly swallowed the lump in his throat as Kitty started to speak, stepping closer and closer to him as she spoke to him in a way that should really turn him on, but of course it didn’t. “Yeah?” Hunter asked, making sure his voice was low and deep, one of his hands reaching out to grip at Kitty’s waist. “I’m into all of that, too. Especially the first part,” Hunter continued, leaning down to brush his lips against hers. “Fucking you until you’re just begging for more,” he whispered before closing the distance between their lips and pressing their mouths together into a heated kiss, his free arm wrapping tightly around Kitty’s waist as he pulled her close, trying not to think about how different her lips felt compared to Sebastian’s.

  Kitty Wilde As much as Kitty would deny how easy it was to get her naked, she rather enjoyed manipulating someone through her body. In those moments, these actions, the way her leg was rolling up the inside of his leg. She felt stronger than she had since Marley. “Yeah.” She moaned softly, not caring about the scenery or the old man who jogged past them. Her lips hovered over his, eyes hooded as she glanced from the lips to his eyes. Her pink tongue peeked out of her parted lips, moistening them. “Oh.” the word escaped her lips. Kitty might not be into the male aspect of him, yet the way he said those words. Images and feelings of how hot their sex could be turned her on. She felt that bubble of need in her stomach, working her up, even she knew that she was going to be frustrated; up to the point that her eyes would be fixated on her roommates body for weeks to come. Leaning into his chest as those hands wrapped securely around her waist, she let the kiss be her focus. Moving her lips in a practiced way, sucking on his lower lip and letting her teeth gently nibble the flesh. The taste was different from her last kiss that was with softer and fuller lips. That didn’t matter though, Kitty went onto autopilot in these situations and as she leaned back for air, she kept her eyes closed. Fluttering them open to look at him, he was so handsome. Perhaps that’s why she did the next thing, because he looked ever so appealing to hazel eyes. Still in his arms, she smirked seductively up at him, her hands working their way to his crotch. Words slowly purring out, “Is there anyone in your room?” she let her hand rub over the bulge in his shorts.

  Hunter Clarington: moaned softly in approval as he felt Kitty press her body up against his, ignoring the way her breasts were touching his chest and just focusing on the way her lips were moving against his. He had to admit he felt a surge of desire run up his spine when he felt his bottom lip being sucked and bitten at, actually enjoying the kiss more than he thought he would because Kitty really seemed to know what she was doing. Hunter pushed his tongue past her lips to explore the confines of her mouth before slowly pulling away and biting softly down onto her bottom lip as he felt a hand reach down to cup at his crotch. His breath hitched slightly at the sudden action and he was suddenly realizing that maybe sleeping with Kitty wouldn’t be so bad. “No,” Hunter said sternly, a small smirk playing against his lips as he let one of his hands wander down to squeeze gently at Kitty’s ass. “Want to go back there?”

  Kitty Wilde still knew she was on autopilot, pleasing him with movement that was inbuilt into her system. It was natural. Her own body responded to the fruity taste of his tongue, rolling with what seemed like desperate need against hers. The same desperate need that secretly made Kitty weak at the knees, to be desired, in a commanding way made her feel needed. So, without hesitation, she pushed her body closer. Feeling the strong muscles and the slight moisture of sweat on his skin. Their setting only added to the heat of her own skin and the burning heat she knew would eventually course through her body. It was thrilling, cupping him and feeling his tongue against her lips in a public park. Warmth of his hands were on her ass, and she pressed Marley out of her mind, nodding breathless at his question. Feeling his nails, drag against her skin as he applied gentle pressure to the squeeze. Solidated her decision, she wanted to fuck him till she was exhausted. Clarify her sexuality and have fun. A small, genuine groan came from the back of her throat at the feeling of it all. The stern tone, Hunter’s wild eyes it was perfect. For a fleeting moment she thought who cares about the room, let’s fuck right here, but a loud crunch caused her head to spin around as a dog and a woman walked by. Yeah, his room would do perfectly. So, slowly removing her hand from its place on the material that covered his cock she offered a hand for his. “Lead the way?” Dark eyes glancing to where her hand had been with a small smile.

  Hunter Clarington: has always been a private person, so having Kitty cup at his cock through his running shorts as they made out in the middle of Central Park was making him a little uneasy, but he knew they weren’t going to be there for long and who knew, maybe someone from their school would see them. Hunter constantly was making sure people thought he was straight, and if making out with a girl in a park did that, then so be it. He grinned as the kiss was broken, pleased with himself as he heard a small groan fall from Kitty’s lips, happy to know that at least one of them was turned on. Though, Hunter has had sex with enough girls to know that even if he wasn’t fully attracted to them, it could still get off to fucking them. It was never mind blowing, but it took the edge off and it helped him, just for a few moments, think that maybe he really was straight. But, that notion was always gone from his head the moment the girl left his room. “Gladly,” Hunter replied, taking her hand into his, before guiding her back to his empty room, his heart pounding at how fast Kitty worked. It wasn’t long before they were back in his dorm, and the moment the door was closed, Hunter pushed Kitty up against his door and kissed her as passionately as he could, one arm wrapping tightly around her and the other slowly made it’s way back down to her ass.

Kitty Wilde 's hand was taken by Hunter and she smirked up at him, while being led out of the park. She knew her walk of shame would come after they did deed and she, personally, couldn’t wait. He was handsome and any lady would be proud to get him naked. Yet, he had chosen her. Obviously with eager pushes from herself, but men liked madness and she was all of that. They reached his dorm within minutes. The door shut, a small click to establish its closure, she didn’t expect two powerful arms pushed her to that very door. Took off her guard, the soft hands that had situated her in that position had free roam of everything. Hazel eyes, wide and dark as her breath escaped her lips. The passion, she could taste it on his lips, in the way her eyes slammed shut to capture whatever passionate high he was on. Being pulled to his strong body made her feel, strangely, protect and without a doubt turned on. She knew she was getting sex, so her body heated the flame in the bottom of her stomach. Those skilled hands were gripping her ass, causing a groan to brew in the back of her throat. Yet, Kitty wasn’t going to be subjected to the powerless maiden that succumbed to the desire of men, no she was wild. Kicking her legs, she jumped up wrapping them around his midsection, pressing herself close to his crotch. Their lips increased in pace, as she let her hands wind through the soft hair. Leaning back, panting she pulled at her shirt then narrowed her dark eyes. “Get me out of the fucking clothes!” She groaned frustrated, pressing her lips back to his hard and rough. Kitty wanted to feel it, everything that Marley made her feel in this situation and so far she just wanted it to happen already.

  Hunter Clarington: let out a shaky breath against Kitty’s mouth when he heard the groan that fell from her lips, desire running through his body at how good he was making his date feel. A surprised sound let his lips as he felt Kitty jump up to wrap her legs around him, surprised at the action but he knew he could hold her up, he’s held guys like this a lot easier after all. He couldn’t help but chuckle lowly as she groaned loudly, pride running through him at how turned on she was. “Fuck, you want it so bad, don’t you?” Hunter grinned, before taking a few steps back, sitting onto the bed once the back of his knees hit it, making Kitty straddle his thighs as he gripped tightly at her waist. “Let’s get you naked,” he said softly, before tugging at the bottom of her shirt before pulling it up over her head, his eyes locking on her breasts right in front of his face, leaning forward to nip gently at the curve of one of them, wanting her to think he was interested in that part of her body. Hunter may not be as straight as he says he is but he knows what girls like, what turns them on, and he was just going to focus on making her feel good so she would know just how amazing at sex he was. “Take off your pants,” Hunter said lowly as he kicked off his shoes.

  Kitty Wilde smirked at his vulgar comments, making herself groan and press herself harder against his strong muscles. “Fuck yes.” She said in a crude manner, closing her eyes as if to take in the desire and pleasure she was obtaining from those masculine actions. Sure, it had taken her off guard and it even turn turned her on, but if she didn’t get wetter, it was going to hurt going in. His cock would stretch her and be like sandpaper. Banishing the idea, knowing she would get herself to that point eventually. Pressing her body against the ripples of his muscle under thin material, her nostrils took in the sweet scent of cologne and the slight hint of male sweat. She swayed through the room, strong muscles trapping her to his body as he carried her back to a bed. Pale fingers were laced into Hunter’s dark brown hair, scraping her nails against his scalp as she sucked on his lower lip, taking it completely into her mouth. As she grew more needy for sex, she let it go with a wet pop, “I thought you would never say that.” She husked out of breath and with parted lips as she panted and lifted her arms up to have the material drag from her body. Exposing taunt abs, she instantly felt the change in temperature goosebumping the skin. It didn’t go unnoticed, the way his eyes went straight to her breasts and she took them out, presenting them triumphantly. Yeah, Marley didn’t have better boobs-- point Kitty. She thought to herself, before letting out a whimper and her hand that had rested on his shoulder, clenched, grabbing the material and muscle there. “Oh my god. “ Kitty let out, genuinely feeling the sensation of pleasure when her nibbled on the curve of her breast. Most men went straight for the nipple, but that, god that was so intense to Kitty. It was if she was learning new things about her own body. “Fuck you.” She cursed, grumbling about having to move from her position. Standing up, she slipped her own shoes off, before she linked her fingers in her underwear and shorts pulling them both down in a swift and almost practiced movement. It was then, that Kitty took a step towards Hunter. Letting her long, elegant fingers unclip the red lace before she fell to her knees. Utterly exposed, but clawing past his pants to rid him of the item and see what she was here for. His bulging cock.

  Hunter Clarington: grinned at her reply, loving how eager she wants to get naked so they could finally get onto his bed because the more eager she was, the quicker this would be over with and that’s exactly what Hunter wanted. He had to admit he was slightly turned on, who wouldn’t be when they had someone eager for you to fuck them, but the quicker this went, the less shameful Hunter would feel. Before he slept with Sebastian, sleeping with girls was a whole lot easier, even if he still felt like shit after, because Sebastian had to have been the hottest lay he has ever had and Hunter was kind of annoyed that his best friend seemed to ruin him for anyone else, especially girls. Hunter let out a low hum as he felt Kitty’s fingers scrape at his scalp and sucked onto his bottom lip, his cock twitching at the sensations and he to give it to Kitty, she seemed to know exactly what she was doing. He moaned in approval as he heard Kitty cry out, glad to have done something right because he would be lying if he said he didn’t want to make her scream, to make her cry out with how good he made her feel. Hunter slowly licked at his lips as he watched her get fully naked, his eyes admiring her body because she really did look really fucking good, even if she did have the wrong parts for him, before raising his eyebrows slightly as Kitty got onto her knees, lifting his ass up so she could get his short off of him, glad he was half hard in his boxer briefs for her to see. Hunter quickly pulled off his tank top and threw it to the ground, then pulled off his underwear too to expose his larger than average cock, before wrapping a strong arm around Kitty and gently throwing her onto his bed, his legs straddling her thighs as he reattached their lips, one of his hands sneaking down her body so he could slowly rub a finger against her clit. “You want me to fuck you?” Hunter asked softly against her mouth before gently nipping down onto her lower lip.

  Kitty Wilde: Those eyes, following her movements, made her feel desired hot and needed. Though there were things that she would change, and overall this was in no way perfect. The smell of men in the room made her slightly annoyed, she most certainly preferred the light fresh smell of her own room. In this one, Kitty felt like she couldn’t escape from everything male. Either way, she bit down on her lower lip, fluttering her eyes in a manner that was meant to be sexy. When the material of his jeans hit the floor with a light noise she noticed his bulge, which was most likely throbbing with desire? As her eyes roamed over it she became envious, she wanted to be horny, dripping with desire, but so far she had yet to muster enough arousal to coat herself and aid what would inevitably slip into her heat. Still on her knees she decided to move and stood up, towering over him to take in the way his muscles moved when he lifted the tank top over his head in one solid motion. Quickly, before she could smirk at his abs, the action was accompanied with him pulling off the white material of his boxer briefs. Hazel orbs were then glued to his dick, the hardening and rather large dick. Sitting freely it was inviting her in, telling her what to do and she let her tongue roll over her drying lips and take a large breath. Though there was a plan in her head, to open her mouth and take in the pink instrument and allow her mouth to work him up. She had no time to execute it, a eager, spin caused the room to move. Her naked body falling against soft sheets. The dominating movement, made her groan and her mind relaxed a tiny bit more about her being not lubricated enough to have him penetrate her. There was heat building and her lips, connected with his sucking and nibbling with urgent need. Her mind clouded with the taste of need on his lips, she didn’t notice the hand slipping between her clenching thighs until it had ran up and down her complete length parting her sensitive flesh. Immediately her back arched up, whimpering at the feeling, it made her think of Marley. How his hand had dived between her legs, experimentally running up and down, pressing to the heat of core. Mind set on her best friend and her body reacting to Hunter’s moment. She screamed a response, “Do it! Do anything. Everything. Something.” Closing her eyes shut and taking a breath she found Marley’s kind eyes in her head once more.

  Hunter Clarington: ‘s eyes were locked on Kitty’s face, wanting to see every single one of her reactions as he got undressed, a small smirk pulling up his lips as he saw the way she was looking at his dick. Hunter was proud of everything he did and how he looked, and the size of his cock was definitely a part of that, and he couldn’t help but be proud of it. It really was an ego booster. He may be into girls but he could appreciate their bodies and appreciate the moans he could elicit from their mouths, and once he heard Kitty whimper Hunter slowly moved his hand down so he could press a finger inside of her, seeing if she was capable of making more and maybe even louder sounds. His eyebrows furrowed once his finger made its way inside of Kitty’s warm heat, surprised that his date wasn’t wetter than she was considering how eager she seemed to be. Hunter’s lips pulled up into a smirk as he heard her scream for him to do something more before slowly pulling his finger out of her so he could reach over to his nightstand and grab a small bottle of lube. “Let’s get you a little bit wetter first, huh?” Hunter said with a smirk, coating two of his fingers with the gel before pushing them both inside of Kitty, his free hand slowly moving up and down his date’s chest and stomach. “Tell me when you’re ready, and I’ll fuck your brains out.”

  Kitty Wilde A small whimper escaped her lips, her heart thudding as his touch creased her, but as she kept her eyes shut and her imagination active. It wasn’t Hunter touching her, but Marley’s gentle fingers, her warm voice muttering such dirty words. Kitty kept herself distant from the male voice, her hips moving in order to press herself down onto the fingers which were cold with the coated in lube. “Oh.” She muttered as those fingers stretched her ever so slightly open, the fingers burying inside of her made her toes curl and her breath catch in her throat. Blindly her hands gripped his hips, nails, gently digging into his skin, hopefully leaving marks for a long time after. God, she loved marking people, being territorial, it made her moan and press her lips to the ones which were speaking. Swallowing his words, she bit onto his lower lip, then dragged in out letting it pop back with a watery slap. “Fuck me.” She growled, feeling the need for more build in her stomach heating her skin and causing her nipples to stand to attention as her lips trailed to his neck. Now coated with a mixture of her own arousal and the added lube, she knew she wouldn’t be hurt beyond repair and she needed to be filled. To have something reinstall the idea that she was straight.