One moment, Kun throws his helmet to you, chewing the minty gum with a glint of mischief in his eyes and the next moment, the hushed whimpers slip out from your mouth as he had you pinned against his motorcycle. He didn't know you. For him, you are the church girl who stays out of others' business. Yet here you are, letting him treat you like a whore. His fingers trace its way under your tight little skirt, slipping inside your soaked inners. He smirks, ❝Didn't know❞ he thrusts his middle finger into your core, ❝you could be such a slut❞
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