<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/><br/><div style="text-align: justify;">Alice smiled when Peter said the question would be which one of the tools she would like to use first. The policewoman chuckled when the man said he liked how she was ripping off his skin. It was good that he was enjoying it, since Alice had no intention to stop. When he said he was taking that decision out of her hand, Alice couldn't help but laugh. He was really a funny bastard, now wasn't he?<br/><br/>When Peter's hand moved, Alice knew she would get what she really wanted. A knot formed in her stomach, anxiety getting the best of her for just a moment. All thoughts flew off Alice's head as she felt the poking. He was clearly teasing her.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"If you haven't seen a hole you weren't able to push your drill in..."</span> Alice paused to rake her nails over Peter's skin one more time. <span style="color: #4040FF">"...it would be a shame if you found one just when you are about to retire..."</span>, she completed softly.<br/><br/>As Peter moved his hips forward, Alice moaned softly, feeling an urge to take him without further talking. When he stopped, Alice looked deep into his eyes. He was right, wasn't he? As soon as they consummated this act they both had been wanting to do practically from start, nothing would be the same. But she hadn't gotten to where she was - literally and metaphorically - by being a scared cat.<br/><br/>Without a second of hesitation, Alice placed both hands on Peter's shoulders and finished the movement he had started, with a delighted moan. <span style="color: #4040FF">"It feels... like the legit... product... but I still have to perform... further testing..."</span>, the brunette whispered, pausing for air at every few words.</div>