<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 couldn't help but feel she wouldn't last long. Damn, that huge motherfucker was really good, she thought to herself. But part of her mind still had enough energy to worry about him. And to cringe on the inside every time he talked about kids. Alice had never thought about any of those things. Marriage and kids had always seemed like something everyone else did, not her. And now there was a dirty miner fucking her from behind and talking about exactly that. And she was there, falling for it. And for him, as well. Peter's description made a mental picture come to Alice's mind, against her will.<br/><br/>With a long moan, she gripped the bars even tighter when Peter made that move. That guy seemed to have a map to her body. Alice didn't know where he had gotten it, but he clearly had one.<br/><br/><span style="color: #4040FF">"You seem to have... this whole thing planned..."</span> Alice stopped to catch her breath before continuing. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Do you really want offspring... aaaah... or do you just want to see me get fat and miserable?"</span>, she joked.<br/><br/>While she was prepared for Peter to bend her will in that particular aspect, nothing prepared her for his little mischief. Another long moan came out of Alice's lips when Peter pressed his thumb in. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Motherfucker"</span>, the policewoman murmured, her hands nearly losing their grip on the bar. <span style="color: #4040FF">"Never do this to me again... but don't stop right now..."</span></div>