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ncountered many women, and I thought Brooklyn was my first lust. Now, it never occurred to me that I would still feel the same towards her, after all thi

—her lively personality had been gone, and all I could see in he

r lips as if she was thinking of something naughty—me and her in this car, parked somewhere desert

t the thought of me deep inside he

I drummed my fingers against the steering wheel and thought of somet

“What do you d

ed my comrade with his Train-Art. A self-defense training center.

in kinde

initely see her with kids. She seemed to have a great child

e kids.” Sh

urgery, Brooklyn,” I assured her

he graft. It still hurts even it is scarred, but what's harder

My voice came out like

! I just frighten

e back to the camp alive. Then now, I am back home, I thought I would never be able to wake up and might die in a night

and on my arm star

ad through me and went right straight to my groi

Instead, she gripped my arm as a form of her sympathy

f my muscles and discomfort. She s

ave a friend

bysitting me already

Imogen will curse me if I do

s, and she seemed kind and genuine. I mentioned to her that I am staying at the hotel. Then she said she knows someone I

ou believe her? S

e y

I wh

erous p

hink?” I side

, but there’s something about you that te

everything Imoge

“I’ll keep t

hungry. What do you

school, I thought of her taking me all, and right now, tha

scramble egg and roast some meat, but not a good time—she probab

aning. It had been months since Imogen used that space. Once we we

y apartment?” I dropped

ou’re welcome.” She moved closer to the woman beside me. “Good to see you again, Brooklyn. And ignore his inso

’t have done that,”

ould take care of everything until it annoyed you, but that’s who he is. A big tough

are you

n the knob. “I need to go to work.

wrong with th

I love you. Bye!” That was it. She

ve her the key to the apartment because she was the only person I trusted. Now I could feel she

ed herself to

ust right behind this wall.” I oriented he

romise I wouldn

left, I informed her that I

ooklyn. I couldn’t call her—I didn’t have her number yet.

er is ready!” I

s on. The room was perfectly tidy and seemed untouched other than a pair of pajamas, p

ed right in front of the door, fucking wet and naked. The exposure of her creamy skin wa

uckered nipple formed a taut point as if needing my attention. My cock was heavy, strainin

y, and at the same time, I felt like I was a peeping tom, enjoyin

el around her body. My cock had developed its own brain—it was out of my control. My hand f

our gazes