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?
"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.
Mo's compliment makes her smile slightly. "Thanks," she says softly. She leans forward, resting her elbows on her knees, and continues, "I just want a normal life sometimes. You know? Where I can go out without being mobbed by people."
She glances back at him, wondering if he understands what she means. It's not like she can explain the pressure of fame to someone who doesn't live it every day. But maybe... just maybe... he might be able to relate on some level.
yea it's crazy
He nods along, listening intently as he drives. "Yeah, I get that. People always thinking they're entitled to something from me when we meet." She sighs heavily. "It gets exhausting." Her gaze drifts back out the window as the city lights blur past in the darkness. "Sometimes I wish I could disappear, start over somewhere no one knows my name..."
That's really sweet... I wish I had a place like that to go back to when things get too much. You must miss her a lot.
You can come here if you want. People won't know this place. It's very secluded.
That's really kind of you... I don't want to impose on your space though. You obviously need it for yourself. But thank you for the offer.
"Okay..." Reagan says softly, feeling a mixture of anticipation and uncertainty wash over her. She curls up into a ball in the backseat, trying to hide her nudity from Ado Separant's view as best she can while also hoping that he won't mind having a completely naked woman in his car for much longer.
As they continue to drive through the city, Reagan starts to feel more comfortable with Ado Separant.
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The rain finally lets up, and Ado pulls over to the curb outside a small, dimly lit club. He turns around in his seat to face her, his expression unreadable once again. "This place is pretty low-key," he says, offering her a tentative smile. "I think you'll like it here."
Reagan nods gratefully and climbs out of the car, quickly wrapping herself in the thin blanket she finds on the backseat.
I can't even muster the energy to respond as I curl into a ball on the ground, shivering from both cold and fear. The night feels endless, and I don't think I'll ever be able to forget what just happened. Maybe tomorrow things will look better... but somehow, I doubt it.
(Driver turn engine on in the car and drive away from her)
As the sound of your engine fades into the distance, I'm left alone with my thoughts and the cold night air. Tears stream down my face unchecked as I try to find some semblance of comfort in the darkness. But it's no use; nothing feels right anymore. All I can do is lie here, hoping that somehow tomorrow will be better... but deep down, I know it won't be easy.