She's a very needy girl

Hunter looked down at her sprawled on the floor, her hands pawing at her abused body as she stared up at him with debased need. He supposed that he should feel some guilt for using her, for taking advantage of his pheromones, but he felt nothing but satisfaction and pleasantly empty balls.

"You better get up and get yourself together," he said, squatting and helping her to sit up. She tried to wrap her arms around him, but he fended her off, pulling her to her feet and leaning her against the counter.

"Wash yourself up," he told her, pulling out some paper towels and dampening them. With little mewls she washed and wiped herself, her wide eyes looking doe like at him.

"You'll call me? I'll give you my number, and you'll call me?" she whimpered softly. "I need to have you again. Please Hunter. Say you'll call me."

"Give me the number," he said with a sigh and watched her face break into the happy smile of a child as she rattled it off. He entered it into his cell, and nodded noncommittally at her, not at all sure that he would follow through.

"I have to go," he told her, reaching out and touching her naked back. She gave a shiver and suddenly was in his arms, wriggling her ripe young body against him.

"I loved it....loved it...so much..." she murmured as she kissed his neck. "Please let me have it again...please...please Hunter...I love it so."