He preys on Carlotta

"Sit down Carlotta," Hunter said with a silken smile, holding the pretty Latina's hand as he guided her into the booth. She slid in beside him like an otter, her tight black hostess dress sleek on her lovely body. She bit her lip and quivered as he continued to hold her hand, his eyes wandering over her.

"Twenty minutes is more than enough time," he murmured, stroking a stray strand of black hair away from her face and making her gasp. He let his fingers trail down her cheek, then trace the trembling skin of her neck before lightly teasing over her bare shoulders.

"You do things to me," she gasped, shuddering. "I feel like a bunny. A bunny trapped by a wolf."

"That's what you are," he chuckled softly. "Exactly what you are. A bunny trapped by a wolf. What happens when a bunny meets a wolf Carlotta?"

"She gets eaten," she whimpers. "She doesn't have a chance. He's too strong and scary."

"She'll do anything, won't she?"

"Anything at all," Carlotta nodded, her voice almost a sob of need.

"Poor little bunny," Hunter growled quietly, unzipping his pants and freeing his thickening cock, his hand lightly urging Carlotta forward and down towards his crotch.

She went without hesitation, her eyes wide, seeming timid and eager all at once, her soft full lips parting obediently as she descended upon his cock, sucking it into her mouth.

"Poor little bunny doesn't have a chance," he added, stroking Carlotta's silken black hair as her head bobbed in his lap. "No chance at all."