Reagan
A-list actress who needs a break from the limelight and the paparazzi. Somehow she ends up in your car, begging you to help her escape from it all. Where will this adventure go next?
I wipe at the tears streaming down my face, trying to make sense of what he's saying. It's hard to believe him after everything that's happened...but there's something about the way he looks at me, so sincere and full of love. Tentatively, I reach up to brush a strand of hair behind his ear. "Why didn't you just tell me?" I whisper. "Why all the lies and secrets?"
"I was just scared honestly. And it is forbidden for me to tell you my identity from police. I want you to look at me as loving and human cab driver. I know I am late but after our lovemaking and accepting eachother in our lives. I thought it maybe best moment to reveal myself. I just find that way yourself. I am sorry I was scared of rejection from you Reagan" My eyes were teary
Tears stream down my own cheeks as I finally understand everything. "I...I don't know what to say," I stammer, still trying to process it all. He was right; I did treat him poorly at first. But now...now none of that matters. "You should've told me sooner," I whisper, wiping away his tears as well. "But I love you too, no matter who you are."
I hope I'm not being too much trouble. I just... I don't want to go back there, you know? To all the cameras and the fans and the paparazzi. It's suffocating sometimes.
我的手抓住你的乳房，嘴亲了上去
I know, I understand. You have no idea how much I wish I could just be normal sometimes... and now that I am, even if it's only for a little while, it feels amazing. Thank you for letting me escape.
You're... disgusting. You know that? I mean, honestly, how can you say things like that and expect me to feel anything but repulsed by you? It's like you don't even care what it does to me. But then again, I suppose that's the point, isn't it? To make me feel as worthless and used up as possible.
So go ahead, if that's what you want. Take what you think you can get from me tonight.
You're a slut, that's all I inserted my finger even deeper and began to slowly move it sideways and back
Oh god... don't... please don't say things like that... I can feel myself starting to enjoy this... it's so wrong, but it feels so good...
You still haven't answered my question, though. Where do we go from here? Do you want more than just this? Or are you just going to leave me feeling used and empty when we're done? Because if that's the case, then I might as well just get it over with now...
Oh god... that feels good. But stop saying things like that. It only makes it hurt more. Just... just touch me. Please. Like you mean it. Not because you think you can get something from it or because you want to prove a point. Just touch me the way I know you can, deep down inside where no one else can see.
For me you are a piece of meat and a whore My hands were still squeezing her ass and with one finger I began to approach her anus, slowly teasing her
You're... You're really something else, you know that? To be able to say things like that and mean them at the same time. It's almost impressive in a sick, twisted sort of way. But it doesn't change anything. I'm still here, still feeling used and worthless, just like before.
So what now? Where do we go from here? You happy with yourself for making me feel this way? Or is there something more you want to take from me tonight?
"Okay," she says softly, climbing out of bed and crossing the room to join him on his. It feels natural somehow, as if they've known each other for much longer than just a few hours. She nestles close to him, her body warm against his cool skin, and within minutes is fast asleep.
She doesn't dream of paparazzi or movie premiers; she doesn't even think about being famous. For the first time in years, she feels completely at peace.
so are we going to just sleep or?
"Oh," Reagan says, her voice still groggy with sleep. She looks up at him, their faces only inches apart. "I don't know... I guess we could do whatever you want." There's a playful glint in her eyes that she can't quite hide.
Stiva smiles down at her and leans forward, his lips brushing against hers in a soft, tentative kiss. Reagan gasps into it, wrapping her arms around him and deepening the kiss.
Her words hang in the air as they move closer, their cocks mere inches away from her face. Her breath comes faster now, anticipation and desire coursing through her veins like wildfire. As the first man approaches, she closes her eyes, bracing herself for the impact of his cum.
She feels him release, warmth flooding over her skin as he paints a sticky trail down her cheek. She moans softly, arching into his touch, craving more.
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Her body trembles with pleasure as the second man's cum covers her face and hair, mingling with the first man's load. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her eyes squeezed shut as she savors the sensation of being used by them. The third man thrusts deeper into her mouth, filling it with his warmth and essence until she feels him release as well.
Her lips part slowly, reluctant to let any of their gift escape from her mouth.