<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #4040FF"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;">Alice Green</span><br/><span style="font-size: 120%; line-height: 116%;">'The Huntress'</span></span></div><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">When Alice heard her own voice, she also knew something. She knew she was lost. That was it, she had finally given in. And now that she had, Alice felt like a driver probably felt once his vehicle lost its brakes. She knew it was a point of no return. What she didn't know was if this was good, or bad. Would she ever look back and wish she had never fallen for Peter? Or would she look back and wish she had done everything just the same? Only time would tell, and this was not the time to keep thinking about an abstract future anyway.<br/><br/>Or thinking about anything at all. As Peter pulled her head back, Alice obediently moved her head and allowed him full access to her throat. When Peter's lips touched her breasts, Alice felt the raging fire double in intensity. Her nails dug into Peter's shoulders as she moaned softly, letting him know how good that felt.<br/><br/>The touch of Peter's hand on her breast made Alice shiver a little. Her heart was now racing so much she nearly feared it would burst out of her chest. If she retained any ability to form a coherent thought, Alice would have thought that Peter really new what to do. But his hands and lips had taken this ability away from Alice, and turned her into a creature led only by pure instinct.<br/><br/>As Peter's teeth sunk into her nipple, Alice gasped, dragging her nails down on Peter's shoulders.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"Son of a bitch..."</span>, she muttered, closing her eyes. It wasn't a complaint at all. Alice had to admit - if only for herself - that she liked it rough.</div>