The Xnxx rules had changed, and I had to rewrite my story. This was annoying because I was sure readers would prefer the original version of my story. I muttered, ‘rules are rules,’ and changed the word ‘daddy’ to ‘the man’ and made the girl older....
“Mister Writer, if I finish my work, can I leave early today?” My assistant asked as she placed a cup of coffee on my desk.
“Of course, Yaz, do you have something important to do today?”
“Oh, I'm going to a protest with my friends.”
“A protest? Please be careful, stay out of trouble, Yaz.”
"Don't worry, mister Writer, I'm being careful. I'm wearing sturdy jeans and a thick coat that will protect me if I get dragged along the ground. I'll also have a bandana on my face, the police cameras won't be able to recognize me."
“You know how ruthless the Turkish police are, pepper spray, pressurized water, plastic bullets...”
"Yes, they attack with their black Robocop armor, shields, and batons, while we are civilians. But you know I'm an experienced activist. I've memorized the route of the protest area and planned my escape routes in advance. I won't panic in a chaotic moment and I won't stray from the main group. Because they catch and arrest people who run away randomly through the streets like chicks.
"Please text me about any developments. If you get caught, let me know which police station you're at so I can provide you with legal support."
"Okay, thank you mister Writer.” She smiled with her bright blue eyes and tied her long brown hair into a ponytail with a simple rubber band, then picked up her shoulder bag.
As she walked out of my office, I watched her leave. It's hard to believe this fragile, shy young girl is a fiery warrior. She's smart and beautiful. And sexy? I've never seen her that way. I'm almost old enough to be her father. I've never seen her go on a date with any man. Sometimes young men would give her bouquets of flowers, but she would throw them all in the trash.
Since she started working as my assistant, I've been aware of her behavior towards me, but I act as if I'm not. I like it when she gets excited and stutters and blushes when talking to me, but despite that, I never thought of taking advantage of her.
I returned to my desk to write my story...
Late that evening, I received a message on my phone.
“There's another big demonstration tonight. My friends say the police will crack down hard, there will be arrests, and I shouldn't go... But they can't stop me. If I get hurt or arrested, don't worry about me, Mr. Writer...”
Why is this girl putting herself in danger? Wouldn't it have been better if she had stayed here tonight and we had chatted about stories? While drinking our coffee, I would have shown her the drafts, and she would have smiled innocently at me and said, “It feels better for the female character to make love to an old man instead of a young one.”
A new message…
“I'm at the square, mister Writer. It's very crowded here, thousands of people have gathered, we're shouting “government resign!” and a smile face emoji.
I smiled at the message and went back to work. Where was I? Ah, yes, I was deleting the words banned by the forum.
Two messages came back-to-back.
“About an hour ago, there was a clash. While we were trying to break through the barricade, the police attacked us. A few people injured. There's blood on the ground…”
“The cops hit me too. It hurts, but there's no blood. The son of a bitch hit me on my back.”
“Are you okay, Yaz?” I replied.
“I didn't feel it when his first hit, but now it hurts a lot. They sprayed pepper gas, I escaped at the last moment, but some couldn't escape…”
“Stay out of trouble…”
“I'm in a safe zone for now. There is a crowd around me protecting me. I'll write when I get the chance, mister Writer…”
I was anxious, and sitting in my office doing nothing was making me irritable. I wanted to protect her. Impulsively, I grabbed my coat and went outside. I hailed the first taxi I saw and said, “Drive to Taksim Square...”
Along the way, as we passed between overturned cars and burning barrels, police helicopters' searchlights were circling above the square.
A new message…
“I was face to face with the police, there was a scuffle, I fell to the ground a few times, I have injuries, it hurts, but I feel fine...”
I muttered furious. Where are you, Yaz? How am I supposed to find you in this hellhole? The driver said he couldn't get any closer to the conflict zone. I gave him three hundred lira and got out of the taxi.
A plastic bullet whizzed past my ear. I walked close to the walls. Several young people, their faces covered in blood, ran past me. I wanted to stop them and ask about Yaz, but it was too late. A group of police officers chasing them began beating the young people with batons and shields.
New messages…
“There are undercover cops infiltrating our group, dressed like us, taking our photos. We caught one and beat him up hehehe. Luckily, I covered my face with a bandana. I have a spare T-shirt in my bag, so I'll be invisible in a minute…” and three face with tears of joy.
“Where are you, Yaz? I'm coming to pick you up. Send me your location…” I wrote and send.
“I moved away from the extreme activists and crossed to the other side of the square. It's calm here, people singing revolutionary songs and drinking beer, and the police don't interfering in this part… I changed my T-shirt and I forbade anyone around me from taking photos… So no one will connect me to the events”
‘The other side of the square,’ I muttered and began walking quickly. People running in the opposite direction bumped into my shoulders as they passed, but I didn't feel the bumps. I had only one thought in my mind. Save the girl!
As I got closer to the barricades, I saw the intensity of the clashes. Explosions, screams, slogans.
The smell of pepper spray stung my throat, and as I entered the crowd of protesters behind the barricade, amidst the smoke and fog, I covered my mouth with my arm.
I grabbed a few people by the arm and asked, “Yaz... did you see her?” They shook their heads to mean no.
Suddenly, chaos erupted. An armoured police vehicle, spraying pressurised water, and pepper spray canisters flew through the air. I was soaked in an instant.
The panicked crowd fled into side streets, and the police arrested those who fell to the ground.
I ran towards the other end of the square.
I saw her in the light of the police helicopter. She was waving the Turkish flag and shouting, ‘Freedom!’
I've never seen her so confident. Wow, Yaz, she looks so different from how she is at the office. Passionate, brave and attractive... and sexy? No, Writer, don't even think about it, you're old enough to be her father...
As I walked towards her, I was planning what to say to her. ‘The party's over, young lady, time to go home.’ No, that's too fatherly an approach. ‘Hello Yaz, can I join the party.’ Oh, so youngish, I'm not one of her young friends. What if I were honest? ‘I was worried about you, Yaz, I came to pick you up...’ Oh, only her boyfriend could say that to her.
“Mister Writer!.. Heeeey mister Writeeeer!...”
She saw me, waved, and I put on a fake smile to hide my anxiety.
She made her way through the crowd towards me, opened her arms and hugged my neck. “I knew you'd come...” she whispered in my ear.
“Guys, this is my boss, mister Writer,” as she introduced me, I pulled at my wet clothes and tidied myself up.
The young rebels looked at me suspiciously because I was American, and there's always an American in every conspiracy theory.
The rebel leader stepped forward and ,
“We are patriotic republicans. We will not bow down to a dictator. We will dethrone him, and our country will be free once again. Unfortunately, mister Writer, your president, Trump, loves and supports our dictator…”
“Sorry but, Trump is a fuckin idiot… Painful but true…” I said.
The rebels laughed and applauded me…
Yaz took my arm, rested her cheek on my wet jacket sleeve, and in a sense claimed me.
This area was more peaceful than other parts of the square; a stubble beard university student was reading poetry, and a few girls around him were listening to him admiringly. A few young amateurs were singing songs with their instruments, some were dancing, some were giving first aid to the wounded, and some were making impassioned speeches.
But, the moments of peace were short-lived. A police army in steel helmets, body armor, and foul language attacked our group.
The square suddenly became chaotic, and the dust and smoke made it impossible to see anything. The police were attacking from all sides, and people were fleeing in random directions like a school of fish encountering a shark.
In the midst of that chaos, I didn't know what to do. If a cop tried to hit me, could I stop him? What if I got arrested? An American among the anti-government protesters. I could see the headlines. American involvement in anti-dictator protests! Perfect anti-propaganda.
Yaz grabbed my hand tightly and pulled me along. I didn't even realize I had frozen, but she knew where she was going. We started running through the middle of the battlefield. Amidst people falling, being kicked, dragged by their hair, we couldn't help anyone, we just ran.
It was as if she had a navigation system in her mind. We passed through streets that seemed to have ambushes set up and entered a dark alley. She pushed open the door of an apartment building with her shoulder and closed it behind us as soon as we entered. We were panting, leaning our backs against the wall, waiting for the danger to pass completely. The footsteps of the police chasing us echoed in the street.
Footsteps approached the front of the apartment building, and I hugged her, driven by a protective instinct. I held her neck and pressed her face against my chest. If the apartment door opened, I would start kissing her, and the police would leave us alone. This trick always works in movies.
But the footsteps passed in front of us and moved away down the street.
I looked at her to ask what we should do now, but she pulled my hand and walked to the stairs. We went up two floors, she pushed a door and it opened, and we entered an abandoned apartment.
This was a filthy place, with a loose, khaki-colored mattress faded from grime at the foot of the wall, a broken chair, and empty beer bottles. Apparently, homeless vagrants used this place. There were no light bulbs on the ceiling, and the only thing dimly lighting the room and making everything look sepia-toned was the yellow light coming from the street lamp.
Without giving me a chance to speak, she took out her phone, typed “I'm at safe house,” and sent it to someone. I realized I didn't know her at all. I had always seen her as a quiet, shy, cute virgin, but now standing before me was a different character leading a resistance group.
“Take off...” she said, checking her messages on her phone.
She looked at me, saw I wasn't moving, came over, grabbed the collar of my jacket, and started pulling it off me.
“I can't let you get sick in these wet clothes...”
She left my jacket and shirt on the broken chair, turned back, and began to undo my belt. I watched her, stone-faced. As my pants fell to my knees, I took off my shoes. I was left wearing only my boxer shorts. She stared at them and smiled.
“I'm sorry...” I said, “I guess being in dangerous situations turns me on...”
“Me too...” she said, smiling, rising up on the tips of her sneakers, her face coming closer to mine, her warm hand sliding inside the waistband of my wet underpants, her lips touching mine, her hand grabbing my cock.
I never expected this. Deep down, I secretly wanted it, but I didn't have any hope. I had forbidden myself from having wet dreams about her. The first day she came to my office, the moment I saw her, my heart raced, but she was so pure and innocent that I swore I would never defile her.
Her lips were soft and delicate, kissing me with an innocent beauty. Not passionate, not wet, not sloppy, it resembled a virgin's first kiss. The scent of her body, warm and lovely, wafted from her neck. Despite all the hustle and bustle, her sweat had a sweet aroma. It was as if spring had arrived and the trees were in bloom. My instincts took control. My hands reached out and undid the buttons of her shirt, touching her bare breasts. She trembled slightly. My hands were cold, and somehow she was warm, like a home. Her small breasts fit perfectly in the palm of my hand. It was as if they belonged to me.
Her lips left mine, sliding down my cheek, neck, and chest. She knelt before me, grabbed the waistband of my boxers, and pulled them down. My cock sprang free, bouncing against the elastic, dangling in front of her face. She giggled with a surprised smile, as if seeing a cock for the first time, grabbed my cock by the shaft with her small hand, and kissed the tip. Then she lifted her face, smiling at the drop of my precum that clung to her lips.
“Yaz...”
She pressed her tongue against my cockhead, laying her upper lip over it and sliding it along. She squeezed my glans between her tongue and palate, pressing her lips against the shaft. She thought she was sucking it, or doing blowjobs as she had learned from my sex stories, but all she was doing was holding my cockhead tightly in her mouth. Maybe she was waiting for me to grab her ponytail and fuck her mouth with my hip thrusts.
I placed my hand over her small hand, which was gripping my shaft, and moved it back and forth. She was learning quickly, but of course she didn't know that her tight grip was hurting my dry shaft. I couldn't tell her to stop while she looked into my eyes so sweetly and lovingly, so I let her continue this dry jerking for a while to satisfy her desire, gave her a silent ‘good girl’ look, touched her shoulders, and she let go of my cock.
She stood up, unbuttoned her jeans, kicked off her sneakers by pressing her heels down, and kicked them away. She hesitated before taking off her cotton white panties. She hooked her thumbs into the waistband, bit her lower lip, looked at me, and wanted to see my reaction. I wanted to, of course I wanted to. The mixture of excitement, curiosity, joy, anxiety, and happiness on my face could mean nothing else.
The panties slid slowly down her buttocks, passing over a smooth, hairless, soft mound. She stood completely naked before me, her flawless skin glowing in the dim yellow light, like a magnificent fairy-tale princess.
We took a step toward each other at the same time and our naked bodies embraced. Her cheek was on my chest, her breasts were on my stomach, her skin was very soft and very warm, our hands pulled each other closer on our backs. It was as if we both wanted to pull each other inside. She pressed her lips against my chest and kissed.
With a sudden movement, I picked her up and held her in my arms. With her back against one arm and her legs dangling from the other, she wrapped her thin arms around my neck and continued kissing my chin as I carried her toward the bed.
I knelt in front of the bed, our eyes locked, and gently laid her down as if she were a precious, fragile object. I didn't care how dirty the bed looked.
She slid onto the bed on her heels and elbows, bent her knees, spread her legs wide, and allowed me to see her most precious treasure. When I saw her smooth pubic area, I was sure I would find a hairless pussy. I was not mistaken. Between her thighs was a moist, pink slit. It looked like a neat scar. I brought my face closer, my breath made her tremble, and she moaned softly. A shiny drop was oozing from the slit. I felt an irresistible urge to kiss it. I reached out, my lips touched the slit, she ran her slender fingers through my hair. She slid her ass slightly on the bed and put into use her pussy for my mouth.
I pushed my tongue into the slit and reached the source of the nectar. The taste and smell of fucking hormones made my head spin. My lips, my mouth, my tongue had never tasted such delicious flesh. I wanted to eat it uncontrollably, wildly, like a savage animal devouring its prey on the savannah, slurping and grunting.
The sounds of the riot in the street, the clattering, grumbling, mingled with the young girl's moans of orgasm. She wrapped her legs around my neck, tapped my back with her small heels, pulled my hair. I lifted my head, covered in saliva and pussy juice, and looked at her. She was crying.
“fuck me now, please...” she moaned.
Crawling over her body, I moved forward until my cockhead touched her pussy. She touched my cheeks, looked into my eyes with her wet eyes.
“Please...” she begged.
I slowly pushed my hips forward. My cock slowly entered her, like the head of a curious brats peeking through a forbidden door. Yaz wiggled her ass from side to side, trying to make penetration easier. My cock wasn't as big as a porn star's, it was a normal human cock, but her pussy was much tighter than I could have imagined. My cockhead was tightly gripped, so I waited a few seconds for her to get used to my thickness. She was taking short breaths, trying to smile, stroking my back with her small hands, signaling ‘I'm okay, keep going,’ but I wanted to fuck that delicate thing without hurting her.
“Your first time?” I asked, in a calm tone...
She pressed her lips together and shook her head, breathing quickly through her tiny nose.
In that case, it was a first for me too; I had never fucked a virgin before. My excitement doubled, and so did my lust. My cock grew harder and thicker with this tantalizing information. I grabbed her ankle with one hand and placed it on my hip, then did the same with the other hand. Her thighs opened completely, and her pussy widened a bit. It was still very tight, but this position would give me an advantage to thrust my cock deeper.
I pushed my ass back slightly and thrust my cock forward like someone pushing through people in a crowded subway car.
“Ayh!...” She let out a high-pitched scream as her virginity was torn, and at the same moment there was an explosion in the street and the room lit up and went dark for a moment.
I placed my lips on hers. Holding my cheeks with her hands, she kissed me again and again, her teeth clattering against mine until the pain in her pussy subsided. I kept my cock inside her until her tears stopped.
When the pain subsided, she opened her eyes, caressing my cheeks with her hands, looking at me tenderly. I pushed my cock a little further in. My muscle memory knew how to fuck a slut, but Yaz wasn't a slut. Afraid of hurting her, I wanted to give her an experience she would remember with happiness for the rest of her life. Many young girls become disillusioned with sex after their first time because of insensitive jerks.
Instinctively, she lifted her legs higher on my back. She realized this movement relaxed her. As I pushed my cock toward her, she lifted her ass toward me. Moving slowly back and forth, we found a mutual rhythm. Every time my face got close to hers, she left a kiss on my lips, her pussy got more and more creamy, and fucking her got better with every thrust.
“Deeper... deeper, please...” she whispered. She knew I was only using half the length of my cock, and she wouldn't settle for that.
I slipped my arms under her armpits and held her shoulders tightly, thrusting my entire cock inside her. My balls slammed against her ass, and with a sparkle of infinite happiness in her eyes, she moaned, “Ohhhh,” in the sweetest voice I'd ever heard.
I paused inside her for a moment, letting her get used to the length and thickness of my cock. Her eyes were closed, she was smiling with happiness, and as her pussy tightened and relaxed, she was savoring the taste of my cock filling her up. This time it was my turn to kiss her sweet lips, just like she did, with little bird pecks. I realized this was much more erotic than the slobbery French method done with tongues.
She placed her hands on my ass and caressed it, so I assumed it was a sign to go on and started pumping. Soon her breathing turned into gasps, her eyes rolled back, saliva dripped from the corner of her mouth, and watching her approach orgasm was mesmerizing. I was pounding her pussy with faster, harder thrusts, my balls slapping against her ass, making a clapping sound. I felt so powerful, so lucky, so good. It was like I had conquered Everest.
She dug her nails into my ass cheeks, creating tiny dimples, pulling me toward her with all the strength of her skinny arms. As I drilled into her with all my manhood, she screamed broken cries and meaningless words, spitting saliva from her mouth. I should have been exhausted long ago, but she was like a fountain of life; every time I sank into her, I came out stronger and thirstier, finding the strength to dive deeper again.
Her orgasmic moans turned into sobs, her whole body writhing under me like a snake. I was amazed. For the first time, I was making a woman writhe with pleasure. All my previous lackluster fucks were nothing compared to this.
Beside passion, horniness was nothing.
That was why I hadn't cum yet, the thought of quick fuck and relax was the main reason for my early cumming. But now, my cock had reached its warm home, where I never wanted it to leave, where I wanted it to stay forever.
I slipped my arms under her legs, grabbed her feet, lifted her off my ass, kissed her tiny toes, and pushed her heels forward until they touched her ears. Her skinny, small body was as flexible as a gymnast's. I grabbed her ankles, folded her in half, and continued fucking her hard. One orgasm ended and another began. Looking down in this position, I could easily see how I was fucking her sweet pussy. Her bright, dark pink pussy lips were tightly wrapped around my shaft, as if they didn't want to let go, sliding out and in with it. This time I felt her nails on my back, scratching mindlessly in the frenzy of orgasm, leaving marks I would be honored to bear.
A man knows he's about to cum from the tingling in his cock, but I felt it first in my heart. That warm feeling, like the sensation of falling in a plane losing altitude, flowed like a hot liquid from my heart to my groin. I thought I could stop it, or pull out and shoot it onto her tummy, but Yaz was having such an amazing orgasm and was pushing her ass onto my cock so eagerly that I would have given anything to fuck her for one more second.
“Inside me...” her whisper turned into a soft scream, “cum inside me, please...”
Her enchanting voice was so soothing that I couldn't resist. I buried my cock deep inside her. It was a very brief moment, but I felt my cum, as if in slow motion, leaving my balls and passing through my shaft. Like a military platoon honoring a ceremonial ground, it marched firmly through every cell of my cock, reaching its tip. It was so thick, heavy, and intense that it hurt as it spurted out of my piss hole. My face tensed as I pumped a few more times, shooting repeatedly. When I looked at her through my narrowed eyes, I saw her smiling with a dazed expression. Her saliva was dripping from her mouth to her chin. I reached out and kissed her and she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“Stay in me…” she said softly, squeezing and relaxing her vaginal muscles until she milked every last drop from my cock.
My cock felt so peaceful, so happy inside her pussy that I didn't want to pull out.
For a while, we lay clinging to each other, watching each other's faces. She was already a very beautiful girl, and now she was even more beautiful with the pink flush of having just been fucked.
My cock softened, shrank, and slipped out of her pussy. I propped myself up on my elbows, rolled slowly toward her. She nestled into my chest, I used my arm as a pillow for her head, she placed one knee on my thigh, ran her fingers through my chest hair, and I stroked her hair.
“Did you like it?” she murmured, hesitantly.
Like it? What an inadequate word. Mediocre and ordinary. There is no equivalent in any language for the level of happiness I felt. Some things cannot be described in words. I grabbed her ass and pulled her onto me, her legs dangling down on either side of my stomach. I firmly grasped her tight little ass cheeks with my hands, pursed my lips and offered them to her to kiss. She leaned in, our lips met, and my cock twitched slightly.
She began kissing every part of my face with an insatiable hunger. This time, instead of shy bird pecks, she kissed me with passionate, wet desire. She took my eyebrows between her lips and sucked them, tugged at my eyelids and eyelashes, gently bit my earlobes, and pushed her tongue inside. I wasn't sure if this was Turkish-style kissing or the improvisation of this young girl who had been a virgin just a few minutes ago. I couldn't respond to her; she was occupying every inch of my face, and I was happy to surrender to her. I wanted her to do whatever she wanted to me.
She bit my chin lightly, moved down to my neck, each tiny bite building pleasurable sensations throughout my body. I felt my cock harden again and finally remembered that I was ready for round two for the first time in many years.
She slid her cute little ass down between my hands. Her naughty pussy was searching for my cock; she had enjoyed the taste of the beating she had received and wanted it again. I guided her ass with my hands like a steering wheel. When my cockhead touched her pussy, she pushed herself onto it without hesitation, sliding her body over mine until she took it all in. That's when I realized how much we were sweating.
“Mmmhh...” she meowed like a happy cat, placing her hands on my shoulders and lifting her upper body up. I let go of her ass and cupped her perky, small breasts in my hands.
I thought she wanted to bounce on my cock like a cowgirl, but she slowly started turning her ass around. With the incredible flexibility of a belly dancer, she danced on my cock without letting it slip out even an inch. Her hair fell down, the ends tickling my face. I could see the satisfaction on her face as she looked at me, chewing her lips, and it flattered my ego. She made me feel like a man.
I was amazed by her ability to use her pussy muscles, as if she was vacuuming my cock, and while doing so, she bent with all the flexibility of her waist and belly. Her elasticity was incredible; I stretched my arms fully while holding her breasts, and she easily bent backward. The sensations in my cock were unbearably arousing; I lifted my ass off the bed and started pumping her from below. It felt amazing to fuck her while she sucked my cock with her pussy.
A loud bang came from the street, followed immediately by the clatter of many feet. I couldn't take it anymore. I jumped up, grabbed her by the waist, and threw her face down on the bed. Like a wrestler scoring a point, I circled behind her. With a contented murmur, she lifted her ass and buried her face in the bed. Out of habit, I gave her ass cheeks a light slap, but I instantly regretted it. I would never fuck her like she was some whore.
But she liked it. She giggled, wiggled her ass, and bit her finger while looking back and smiling.
I aligned my cock with the entrance to her pussy; there was no longer a thin, straight slit there. Her pussy lips, happy to be fucked, had opened like a flower, and a creamy fluid, mostly my cum, was flowing out from inside, promising that the second round would be hotter than the first. I pushed my cock in, and as I entered with that pleasurable pressure, I forgot the rest of the world.
When I held her by her slender waist with my two big hands, my thumbs almost touched each other. As I thrust my cock into her, she pushed her ass back against me. She let out little, cute moans and groans, clearly enjoying herself. As I fucked her deep, rocking my hips back and forth, I thought of this petite body as a jar of honey filled with pleasure.
A light flashed outside, and I saw the bruise on her back, near her shoulder. I got angry and hated the policeman who had hit and hurt her. I wanted to heal her pain, to protect her from all evil. As I gently caressed the bruise on her skin while fucking her, I cursed everyone in this cruel world who hurt the sweet girls of this country. My anger reflected in my movements; I began to fuck her harder, beating her ass with my crotch. My balls swung like a swing with every thrust of my cock, hitting her pubic mound. I placed the thumb of my other hand with light pressure on her tiny sphincter hole. While fucking her, I was also preparing her for my future desires and hoped she would enjoy it.
Her murmurs turned into growls; she clawed at the loose bedding with her hands, clenching it in her fists, biting down hard to stifle a scream, not caring how dirty it was, tearing at the worn fabric with her teeth.
If orgasm could be purified and concentrated, it would be this intense. I was amazed by the honesty of her pure climax. She wasn't acting to please her man; it was completely real, no fake screams or dirty words, not even mentioning God's name once, not as she had been taught, but as she felt it.
The sincerity of her cumming enveloped me too, as if orgasm were a living creature wandering between our bodies. It was a bright blue light gliding across the four walls of the room. It was calling me, hot and lustful, wet and slippery, soft and delicious.
“I'm cumming…” I shouted. I didn't need to say it, but now wasn't the time to change my habits.
I let my ship drift on the storm's raging waves, and it found its own way through the deep, dark waters. I became a wild horse, neighing and galloping at full speed, my mane flying behind me. I soared like a zeppelin and crashed to the ground like Icarus with his wings burning.
“Ohhh...” A strand of saliva dangled from my mouth and fell onto her ass.
I let go of her, and she rolled onto the bed like an empty sack. Her eyes were closed, a wet, khaki piece of cloth hanging from her mouth. I collapsed beside her, wrapped my arms around her back, and she pressed her butt against my thigh. We were both too exhausted to speak. The blue light of the orgasmic spirit still swirled on the walls of the room.
“There's a police car in front of the building...” she said.
As my blood began pumping back to my brain, I started remembering where I was, who I was. The explosions had thinned out, but the danger wasn't over yet. We had to get up, get dressed, pull ourselves together, and find a way to get outside and evade the police.
Yaz took my hand, placed it on her breast, my hands were no longer cold.
“We can wait here until morning... they'll leave eventually...” she said calmly, wiggling her ass and taking my soft cock between her ass cheeks.
I kissed her shoulder and breathed in deeply the pleasant scent emanating from her neck.
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The Happy End…
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