The Hunter grunted with each stroke into the female prey, holding her in place with a steely grip in her hair.
The female moaned and bucked under the Hunter, the feel of his manly manhood pumping in and out causing her flesh to quiver in ecstasy
The Hunter roared as his…. as he… umm..
Just then, the Hunter stopped in mid-stroke, leaving the female as he stood and faced the monitor, the dim light of the Bull shack shining off of his bald head.
“Typist!!! Stop jerking off, and pay attention!”
[Inspired by group chat]