"Who are you really Manoban?"
Simply, a broken woman. A history too painful to recall. A lost puzzle piece too unworthy to find under everyone's bed. Alone, that's how she desires her lifestyle to be like. A girl who doesn't believe she deserves lov...
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Lisa tried her best to process what just happened. The tingling sensation that ran through her blood and body gladly remained flowing, electrifying in particular places that caused a dampened flood. Scarlet red, she was flushed in deep shades of scarlet. Hopefully, the nice elderly ahead wouldn't notice.
A subtle smile tensed on her left cheek, while peering down at her opened-toe heels. The feeling of a heated, strong arm encircled underneath the slight sag of her breasts, anticipating for a higher touch; his warm breath steaming against her defined collar bones which caused soft moans to slip unknowingly; his wet lips that traced a moist streak across her shoulder was enough to have her knees tremble under his hold; and finally, the way the two fit wasn't overlooked. Instead, it was rather obvious to both and the men who eyed the sexual lovebirds with pure envy.
Lost puzzle pieces indeed. Two that snuggled nicely once attached perfectly. Two that held the responsibility of the beginning to a landscape.
Impeccable, but they didn't know it.
As for Jungkook, on the other hand, he was nibbling on his bottom lip, savouring the sweet flavour of Red Devil, including the desired sex that aired heavily in the thick atmosphere. Horniness, in other words.
Spruce orbs observed the fine lining of her tight, tiny but curvy ass, darkening when seen at certain angles. He remembered how it pressed lightly against him, but due to his stiffened buddy—which remains erect—it felt too close, over the boundaries of friendly contact. The way her breasts bounced when he pulled her closer, transitioning into a much further hug, and how it constricted as his veiny arm buried far into the borrow; right where the valley ended. Great regret swept underneath the filter of amusement, but fuck did he need to kiss her. Anywhere. To kiss her anywhere.
The most he did was drag his throbbing lips against her tensed goosebumps; no tongue included. Who knew it, along with the intoxicating vanilla fragrance of hers, was enough to awaken his thick buddy. Did he always have to wear tight pants too?
Still, viewing the way she giggled innocently with an older lady brought warmth, softening his hooded eyes.
He surely wasn't disappointed of his recent act. Remorse for simply participating in late night fun, or to honestly just see her? Hell no.
