Quiet Storm

WARNING: Rated Mature for Sexual content, Language, Violence and Drug use.

Two weeks.
Two years.
Who cares?"

A lesson in love, crime, and passion.
When two young lovers find themselves in the middle of the storm, can love conquer all?
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"Hi," I whispered.
He reached up, resting his hand on my cheek. "Hi..." He drew my face down to his. His nose touched mine, and his tongue came out to do a quick swoop against my lower lip. I opened my mouth and attached it to his. He moaned, and we tangled our tongues together. His hands went lower, grasping onto my hips, to pull me down. I felt his hardness and whimpered. It felt huge and rock hard.

I eased up, just to come back, and rub against it. He pulled my hair back, placing kisses down my neck.
"Wow," I sighed, lamely, while I rubbed my pussy against his steel cock.

He gave my ass a light spank and leaned his head away from me. "Back up a minute." He looked as though he was in pain.
I frowned, doing as he asked. He reached into his pants and my eyes went wide.

He was about to show me his cock.
"Let me see it baby." I moaned, like the wanton slut I am.

He smiled and pulled out a gun. "See?"
I screamed, falling from his lap, and landing in the garbage that fills my living room.