So he had her. He had her in every way his mind could think of. He computed all the different possibilities for their bodies to entangle in each other.
She loved it. The thrill. The risk. She had only just met him. He was the anomaly. Any other guy would have had to wait to have her that way. She felt great too. She didn't feel dirty or like a slut.
He just did it so well. With each touch. Each thrust. Each kiss. Seconds turned to minutes. Minutes turned to hours. Hours turned to days. Days turned to months.
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iRobot
General Fiction"I had a fire, passion, and desire." Inspired by the song iRobot by Jon Bellion
