The guy is begging for some attention.
If I would have known she was naked under her skirt and wearing a butt plug, we’d have had sex multiple times by now.
She frees me from my pants, grips me with her hands, and plays with my cock.
Her thumb rubs in some pre-come that comes out of my cock. Then she puts her thumb in her mouth, and it’s the single hottest thing she’s done to me all day.
“Mmm” she says.
I groan again and grip on to her hips. I love grabbing hold of her. Then she surprises me by kneeling in front of me.
Before I have a chance to complain, I’m in the back of her throat. All the way back, and there is no way I can stop this now.
Through a mixture of hand and mouth movements, Sara gets herself into a rhythm and is soon fucking me with her mouth like a pro. I know it's crass, but what do you expect? She’s giving me the blowjob of all blowjobs.
We leftthe airport a while ago, and I forgot how slow New York traffic is. Sara keeps giving me nervous looks, and I’m a little worried. Of course, it could also be because she has had a butt plug up her ass for most of the day.
It was fun helping her take it out, though.
I know Sara had to downsize after her old job, but the place she is living in is awful and not safe. It takes everything in my power not to completely take over the situation.
She opens the door and looks at me again. She knows me well enough to know I’m going to hate her apartment, which is why I’m really trying to hold back. It’s tiny even by New York’s standards, but I can tell by the cushions and rugs she’s tried to make the place a home.
“Say it,” she says, throwing her bag on the floor right next to where I put her case.
“I like the little touches you’ve made to the place to make it a home.”
“Ady, it’s a shithole.”
She’s not wrong.
“Ok. Yeah. I guess.”
She puts her head in her hands.
I need to move her out of here sooner than planned. I get my phone out and start making plans to have movers in here tomorrow. I book a hotel in the city and let the pilot know we’ll be flying out tomorrow evening.
She has a look of relief on her face, obviously having heard everything.
“Ok. Right, everything is sorted. Just pack up all the essentials you need. We’ll stay at a hotel tonight. You sort out what you want to bring with you tomorrow. We’ll get movers to sort everything else out.”
“Well, I’m not really attached too much. Obviously, I’ll need my clothes and stuff and my work stuff, but other than that, the furniture can stay.”
This was not a battle I was counting on winning so easily.
That's when I realize just how rock bottom Sara has hit. It’s not that she needs saving, not really.
I think she just realized after being surrounded by friends; she doesn’t need to do everything herself. At least that’s how I hope she feels.
I pull out my phone to text Bryan.
Adrien: You didn’t warn me about Sara’s apartment.
Adrien: You didn’t warn me about Sara’s apartment .
Bryan: That bad?
Bryan: We’ve not seen her place she’s in now.