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The vibrant atmosphere of the Hollywood party buzzed with energy as guests mingled and laughter filled the air. Among the sea of faces, Y/n, a vibrant young woman, stood out like a ray of sunshine. Her curvy figure, accentuated by her tight-fitting dress, turned heads wherever she went. As an extrovert with a playful spirit, she had hoped to enjoy the night, but fate had something else in store for her.Â
Y/n strolled through the lavish villa, admiring the luxurious decor, when she found herself alone in one of the grand rooms. She decided to grab a drink at the bar, hoping to mingle with other guests. Little did she know, this decision would lead to an encounter that would leave her both flustered and intrigued.Â
As she waited for her cocktail, a man approached her, his eyes fixed on her with an intensity that made her slightly uncomfortable. He was tall and lean, with a confident smile that bordered on arrogance. Y/n's instincts told her this encounter might not be as pleasant as she had hoped.Â
"Hey there, beautiful," he said, his voice smooth and laced with a hint of charm. "Are you here alone? I don't think I've seen you around before."Â
Y/n, being the friendly soul she was, offered a polite smile, but her unease grew. "Yes, I am. I just arrived, actually. It's a lovely party, isn't it?" She tried to keep the conversation light, hoping to deter any unwanted advances.Â
Unperturbed, the man leaned closer, his gaze lingering on her curves. "It's even better now that I've met you. I'm Jake. How about you and I find a quieter spot to get to know each other better?"Â
Y/n's heart sank. This was exactly the kind of situation she dreaded. She was an extrovert, but she valued her personal space and disliked pushy strangers. "Oh, that's very kind of you, Jake, but I'm afraid I'm not interested." She glanced around, hoping to spot a familiar face.Â
Jake's smile faltered, but only for a moment. "Well, I'm about to change your mind."
For the next hour, Jake refused to take the hint, insisting on keeping her company. He bombarded her with questions, his persistence bordering on harassment. Y/n, growing increasingly desperate, decided to take a bold step.Â
"You know, I have a boyfriend," she said, her eyes scanning the room. They landed on a familiar face—Ralph Macchio, the renowned actor known for his iconic "The Karate Kid" movie from the eighties. His brown hair, now speckled with hints of gray, and youthful Italian features stood out in the crowd.Â
"Boyfriend, huh? I don't see him around. Is he here tonight?" His tone was skeptical, and he showed no signs of backing down.Â
"Of course, he's here," Y/n said, feeling a twinge of frustration. She had hoped to avoid this, but now she found herself caught in a web of her own making. "He's just... running late."Â
"What's his name?" Fuck, right, he needs a name, the fake boyfriend.Â
"Ralph"
"Ralph, what?"
"Ralph Macchio."Â
"What does it look like?"
"Huh, hum, he's Italian. He's tall, with brown hair and eyes,"Â she continued, her voice gaining confidence as she described Ralph. "He's incredibly funny and loving, with a heart as big as the ocean. We've been together for a while now." As she spoke, she noticed the woman sitting next to them at the bar giggling to herself.
Jake, however, remained unconvinced. "That's quite a description. But I still don't see him here. Are you sure you're not just making him up?"Â
Just then, the woman at the bar waved over Ralph, and he came to her. His eyes met Y/n's, and a silent understanding passed between them. The woman, now standing at his side, whispered in his ear. Y/n wasn't able to tell what she said and she turned her attention back to Jake who did not give up the case yet. She tried to move from the bar when suddenly.
"Hey, there you are, my love," Ralph said, his voice warm and filled with affection as he approached Y/n. He placed his hand gently on her hip, pulling her close, and Y/n felt a jolt of surprise at the unexpected touch.
"I'm so sorry I'm late," Ralph continued, his breath tickling Y/n'ears. His lips placed a kiss on her temple. "I got held up with the producers. You know how it is."Â
Y/n, caught off guard by this sudden turn of events, played along. "It's okay, darling. I. understand." She smiled, her heart racing as she felt the warmth of Ralph's body against hers.Â
Jake, however, was not convinced. "So you are the famous Ralph." The sarcasm of his voice did not hide.Â
"Yes." He took her drink in his hand and sipped it. "And you are?"Â
Jake presented himself, his arrogance giving the ick. "It is quite odd that you come like a knight in shining armour. I don't believe it. The act. If he's your boyfriend, prove it." His demand hung in the air, an unwelcome challenge.
Y/n's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. She had never imagined herself in such a situation. "I'm not going to kiss him to stroke your ego," she said, her voice firm. "We don't need to prove anything to you."Â
Jake did not believe her and grabbed the girl's arm firmly. He tried to pull her away from Ralph, but Ralph didn't let go. His hands left her hips to go around her waist and kept her against him. His other hand gripped Jake's wrist to make him let go.Â
"That's enough. She's not interested and is taken. Now beat it!" Ralph stood in front of her, his body forming a barrier. The altercation formed a commotion. People gathered around them, and Jake felt the social pressure to make a scene.Â
"You're a cunt!. You've been seducing me since you arrived, and you can't please me. You fucking slut. She's a f*cking cheater, man, a f*cking gold digger. You cunt." His fingers pointed at them. Tears rose in her eyes as she felt the judgmental looks of others at the party.Â
Ralph, sensing her discomfort, leaned towards her. His thumbs cleared the few tears that came out. His warm hands around her face made her blush and brought her comfort at the same time. He searched her eyes, looking for permission.Â
Ralph's lips met hers in a gentle yet passionate kiss. It was a kiss that took her by surprise, a kiss that ignited a fire within her. She responded instinctively, her hands resting on his waist, pulling him closer.Â
The kiss lasted for what felt like an eternity, but in reality, it was only a few minutes. Jake, finally realizing he was intruding, backed away, a mixture of defeat and embarrassment on his face.Â
As Ralph pulled away, Y/n's heart was pounding. She felt a rush of emotions - gratitude, excitement, and a hint of guilt for involving Raloh in her little charade. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes locking with his. "I didn't know what else to do."Â
After Max's race victory, he takes Y/n to an exclusive nightclub, a hidden gem with a luxurious atmosphere. They enter a private VIP room, where their passionate encounter unfolds. Max confesses his desire, undresses Y/n, and teases her with promises of pleasure.
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The anticipation was killing Y/n as she followed Max through the bustling city streets. Her heart raced excitedly, knowing that tonight would be an unforgettable adventure. They had just shared an intense sexual encounter after Max's thrilling race victory, and now, he had something even more tantalizing planned for her.
Max led her to an exclusive nightclub, a hidden gem known for its luxurious atmosphere and discreet services. The bouncer, recognizing Max, nodded and allowed them entry without a word. Y/n felt a thrill as they stepped into the dimly lit club, the pulsating music enveloping them.
"This place is incredible," Y/n whispered, her eyes widening at the sight of scantily-clad dancers on the stage and the VIP rooms hidden behind velvet curtains.
"Just wait, baby," Max replied, his voice hoarse with desire. "The best is yet to come."
Weaving through the crowd, they made their way to the back of the club. Max pulled Y/n into an empty VIP room, adorned with plush couches and a private bar. The red velvet curtains fell closed behind them, providing an intimate sanctuary.
"I've always wanted to fuck you in a place like this," Max confessed, his hands already roaming over Y/n's body. He kissed her passionately, his tongue invading her mouth as he pressed her against the wall.
Y/n moaned into his mouth, her hands gripping his muscular shoulders. She loved the feeling of being wanted, and desired so intensely by this man. Breaking away from the kiss, she teased him, "Are you going to make me wait again, Max?"
"Oh, I plan on making you wait, but not for long," he said, his breath hot on her neck. "I want to taste you first, Y/n. I want to hear you beg for my cock."
With skilled fingers, Max unbuttoned her dress, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts. He traced the straps with his fingers, then slowly peeled the fabric down, exposing her full, pink nipples. Y/n arched into him, craving his touch. Max took a nipple between his thumb and forefinger, rolling and tugging gently before leaning down to take it into his mouth.
A soft gasp escaped Y/n's lips as pleasure rippled through her body. Max's mouth was hot and insistent, suckling her nipple while his hand travelled down to cup her core through her panties. She could feel the wetness soaking through the thin fabric, a testament to her arousal.
"You're so fucking wet, baby," Max murmured against her skin. "Let me see how ready you are for me."
With a swift motion, he slid her panties down her thighs, his fingers brushing against her slick folds. Y/n stepped out of her garments, now completely naked before him. Max's eyes darkened with desire as he took in the sight of her glistening pussy.
Kneeling before her, Max parted her thighs and buried his face between them. Y/n's breath hitched as his tongue flicked across her clit, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. He licked and sucked, teasing her sensitive bud while his fingers delved into her wetness.
"Oh God, Max," she panted, her hands gripping his hair. "Your mouth feels so good. Don't stop, please."
Max hummed in response, the vibrations sending Y/n into a frenzy. He inserted a finger into her tight hole, then another, stretching her as he continued to lick and suck her clit. Y/n's hips bucked against his face, her orgasm building rapidly.
"That's it, baby, cum for me," Max encouraged, his voice muffled. "Let me feel your pussy clench around my fingers."
Y/n's climax hit her like a tidal wave. She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over her. Max continued to lick and finger her through the peak, drawing out her ecstasy until she was reduced to a trembling mess.
"Fuck, you taste amazing," Max said, his eyes smoldering as he rose to his feet. "But I need to be inside you now."
Y/n's eyes sparkled with desire as she watched him undress, revealing his hard, muscular body. His cock stood erect, the tip glistening with pre-cum. She licked her lips, eager to taste him.
"Suck me, Y/n," he commanded, guiding his shaft to her lips.
She needed no further encouragement. Y/n took him into her mouth, her lips sliding down the length of his shaft. She savoured the taste of him, her tongue swirling around the head as she took him deeper. Max's hands tangled in her hair, guiding her rhythm as she deepthroated him.
"Fuck, that's it, take it all," he groaned, his hips thrusting gently.
Y/n looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She loved the power she held over him in this moment. With a final, deep thrust, she pulled back, leaving his cock glistening with her saliva.
"Tease," Max accused, his voice thick with desire. "I want to be inside you now."
He lifted her onto the couch, spreading her legs wide. Y/n's eyes gleamed with anticipation as Max positioned himself at her entrance. With one smooth thrust, he filled her completely, their bodies connecting in a primal dance.
"Yes!" Y/n cried out, her back arching as he hit her sweet spot. "Fuck me, Max!"
Max began to move, his hips pumping in a steady rhythm. Y/n's pussy clenched around him, her inner walls massaging his shaft with each stroke. The sound of their flesh slapping filled the room, mingling with their moans and panting breaths.
Max reached between them, his fingers finding her clit as he thrust into her. Y/n's eyes rolled back as pleasure spiralled through her body.
"You feel so fucking good," Max grunted, his jaw clenched with effort. "I'm not gonna last long, baby."
"Me neither," Y/n panted, her nails digging into his shoulders. "Cum with me, Max. Fill me up."
Their words became incoherent as they raced toward the brink of orgasm. Max pounded into her, his pace relentless, driving Y/n to the edge. With a final, powerful thrust, they climaxed together, their cries filling the VIP room.
As their heart rates slowed, Max collapsed onto the couch beside her, pulling her close. Y/n snuggled into his embrace, feeling his heart pounding against her chest.
"That was incredible," she whispered, her fingers tracing patterns on his chest.
"It's not over yet, baby," Max promised, his hand cupping her cheek. "I have a few more surprises in store for you tonight."
Y/n's curiosity piqued, her body still buzzing with post-coital energy. She couldn't wait to see what Max had planned next in this illicit, erotic adventure.
In the sun-drenched land of Australia, Y/n's path intertwines with Daniel's, offering hope and healing. As they navigate their shared struggles, a deep connection forms, leading Y/n towards self-acceptance and love.
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Y/n, a vibrant young woman with fiery red hair and captivating blue eyes, found herself in a delicate situation. She had traveled to a foreign land, seeking refuge and a fresh start, away from the struggles of her past. Little did she know, this journey would lead her to an unexpected encounter with a man named Daniel.
The sun-kissed shores of Australia welcomed Y/n, offering a sense of warmth and freedom. She was staying with a local family, a kind gesture from a community that embraced strangers in need. But beneath her confident exterior, Y/n carried a secret burden—a battle with an eating disorder that had haunted her for years.
One evening, after a particularly challenging day, Y/n excused herself from the dinner table, feeling unwell. She made her way to the bathroom, her heart heavy with the familiar discomfort. As she leaned over the sink, her red curls falling forward, she began to retch, her body rejecting the food she had forced herself to eat. Tears stung her eyes, and she felt a wave of shame wash over her.
Unbeknownst to Y/n, Daniel, the son of the host family, had noticed her distress. His own past struggles with an eating disorder had honed his empathy for others facing similar battles. Daniel's short, curly brown hair and charming Aussie accent made him instantly recognizable as he gently knocked on the bathroom door. "Are you alright in there?" His voice carried a genuine concern that caught Y/n off guard.
Y/n, startled, quickly wiped her eyes and composed herself. "I-I'm fine," she called out, her voice quivering slightly.
"I know it's not my place, but I've been there," Daniel said, his voice soft and understanding. "I won't pry, but if you ever need someone to talk to, I'm here."
Y/n's heart raced. She had never expected to find someone who could relate to her struggles so soon after her arrival. She felt a strange mix of emotions—relief, vulnerability, and a hint of fear. "Thank you," she managed to whisper before unlocking the door and stepping out, her face flushed.
Daniel's eyes met hers, and he offered a warm, reassuring smile. "No need to thank me. I just want you to know you're not alone."
Over the next few days, Y/n found herself seeking solace in Daniel's company. They would often take walks along the beach, the sand tickling their toes as they shared bits and pieces of their stories. Daniel's bubbly personality and adventurous spirit captivated Y/n, and she found herself opening up to him more and more. He made her feel safe, understood, and seen.
One evening, as they sat on the balcony, watching the sunset paint the sky with vibrant hues, Y/n felt a surge of courage. She turned to Daniel, her eyes filled with determination. "I want to get better, truly better. But it's hard," she confessed. "I keep finding myself in the bathroom, vomiting, and I hate it."
Daniel reached out and took her hand, his eyes filled with empathy. "I know how hard it is. But you're not alone in this, Y/n. I won't let you go through this alone."
As the days turned into weeks, Daniel became Y/n's rock. He encouraged her to seek professional help, accompanying her to therapy sessions and offering unwavering support. They explored the vibrant city together, finding solace in crowded markets and lively cafes, where Y/n felt a sense of anonymity and freedom.
One afternoon, as they strolled through a bustling marketplace, Y/n felt a surge of courage. She took Daniel's hand and led him through the bustling crowd, a mischievous glint in her eye. They found themselves in a secluded alley, hidden from prying eyes. Y/n pressed Daniel against the wall, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss. It was a moment of forbidden pleasure, a step towards reclaiming her desire and confidence.
Daniel, taken aback by Y/n's boldness, responded with equal fervor. His hands gently caressed her curves, and he whispered words of affirmation in her ear, sending shivers down her spine. As their kisses deepened, Y/n felt a rush of power and desire, a sensation she had long suppressed.
Their relationship blossomed, fueled by mutual understanding and a shared desire to heal. Daniel introduced Y/n to the joys of soft, sensual sex, focusing on her pleasure and comfort. He would trace his fingers along her freckled nose, whisper sweet nothings in her ear, and kiss her softly, igniting a fire within her. Y/n learned to embrace her body and find solace in the intimate moments they shared.
But their journey wasn't without challenges. On occasions when Y/n's old demons resurfaced, Daniel would hold her close, offering gentle words of encouragement. He understood the battle within her, having fought his own. Together, they navigated the ups and downs, supporting each other through the darkest nights and celebrating every small victory.
As time passed, Y/n's cheeks filled out, her eyes sparkled with newfound life, and her laughter echoed through the house. She began to embrace the local cuisine, savoring the flavors without fear. Daniel's love and support had nourished her soul, helping her heal in ways she never thought possible.
Their love story became the talk of the town, a testament to the power of understanding and empathy. Daniel's family embraced Adelaide as one of their own, providing her with a sense of belonging and acceptance. Together, they created a safe haven, a place where you can Y/n could finally lay her burdens down.
In the quiet moments, Y/n would reflect on her journey, grateful for the twists of fate that had brought her to Daniel's doorstep. She had found more than just a lover; she had found a kindred spirit, a partner in healing, and a reason to embrace life with open arms.
And so, their story continued, a beautiful tapestry woven with love, understanding, and the strength to overcome even the darkest of struggles. Y/n and Daniel's journey was a testament to the power of connection and the healing that can arise from shared vulnerability.
Y/n's playful nature leads to a passionate moment with her boyfriend Lando during his online gaming session. Her seductive advances and Lando's attempts to resist create a captivating dynamic, but their love ultimately triumphs, leaving them with a hilarious and intimate memory.
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Y/n couldn't resist the temptation any longer. She knew Lando was in the midst of an intense online gaming session with his buddies, but her mischievous side got the better of her. With a playful smile, she strolled into the room, her red hair cascading over her shoulders, accentuated by the freckles on her nose and those irresistible pink lips. Lando, sitting at his desk, was so focused on the game that he didn't notice her presence until she was right behind him.
"Hey, baby," Y/n whispered seductively, her warm breath tickling his ear. Lando jumped slightly, startled, but a grin spread across his face as he recognized the sultry voice. He was used to Y/n's playful interruptions, but this time, he was determined to keep his cool and focus on the game.
"Baby, not now. I'm in the middle of a crucial mission," Lando replied, his British accent adding a touch of charm to his words. He tried to ignore the goosebumps forming on his skin as Y/n's soft curves brushed against his back.
Undeterred, Y/n slid her hands onto Lando's broad shoulders, her fingers gently massaging his muscles. "But I'm bored, and you're so damn sexy when you play like this," she purred, leaning closer, her breath now mingling with his. Lando's heart raced as he felt her warmth against him, his resolve to stay focused beginning to crumble.
"Please, baby, just give me a few more minutes," he pleaded, his voice hoarse with desire. He knew he shouldn't give in, but the sensation of her touch was driving him wild. Y/n's hands traveled down his arms, her fingers intertwining with his as she tugged him back from the desk.
"Nope, not gonna wait. I want you now," she whispered, her blue eyes sparkling with mischief. Lando groaned as he felt her soft body press against his, her ample curves moulding perfectly against his toned abs. He tried to resist, but Y/n's persistence was too much to handle.
With a swift motion, she spun him around, pushing him back onto the desk. The gaming headset fell from his ears as he landed on the wooden surface, his eyes now locked on Y/n's passionate gaze. She wasted no time, straddling his waist, her legs wrapping around his strong thighs. Lando's cock stiffened under her weight, the fabric of his pants suddenly feeling too tight.
"You like it when I take charge, don't you?" Y/n teased, her hands roaming over his chest, fingers teasing the waistband of his pants. Lando could only nod, his mouth suddenly dry as he watched her lean forward, her lips capturing his in a hungry kiss.
Their tongues danced, and Y/n's hands worked feverishly to free his hardening cock from its confines. Lando's hands found their way under her shirt, caressing the smooth skin of her back, his fingers tracing the line of her spine as she writhed atop him.
"Oh, baby, you feel so good," he moaned between kisses, his hands cupping her full breasts, thumbs brushing over her erect nipples. Y/n arched her back, pressing herself into his touch, her breath coming in short gasps.
With a swift motion, she pulled away, leaving Lando breathless and craving more. Her hands worked quickly, unbuttoning his pants, freeing his throbbing cock, which sprang forth, eager for her attention.
"I love it when you're like this, all worked up," she whispered, her lips trailing down his neck, her breath hot against his sensitive skin. Lando's hands found their way into her hair, holding her close as she took his length into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head.
Y/n was a master at deepthroating, and Lando couldn't help but moan her name, his hips thrusting gently as she took him deeper, her fingers massaging his balls. The sensation was overwhelming, and he struggled to hold back his orgasm.
"Fuck, Y/n, your mouth feels incredible," he groaned, his eyes fluttering shut as she continued to pleasure him. Y/n's free hand reached down, stroking herself as she sucked him, her moans vibrating around his shaft.
Just as Lando felt himself nearing the edge, Y/n pulled away, her eyes sparkling with mischief once more. "Not yet, baby," she teased, climbing off the desk and turning to face him.
Lando, still perched on the desk, his cock glistening with her saliva, looked at her with a mixture of frustration and desire. "Please, Y/n, I need to cum," he begged, his voice thick with need.
Y/n's eyes narrowed playfully, and she sauntered towards him, her hips swaying seductively. "Oh, you will, Lando," she promised, her hands gripping his thighs as she straddled him again. This time, she positioned herself above his cock, teasing her wetness against his tip, but not allowing him to enter her.
"You're going to make me earn it, aren't you?" Lando asked, his voice hoarse as he watched her tease him. Y/n's lips curved into a wicked smile, and she began to ride him, her pussy sliding along his length, but never quite letting him penetrate her fully.
Lando's hands gripped her hips, trying to guide her down, but Y/n had other plans. She rode him slowly, her breath coming in short gasps, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation was exquisite torture, and Lando felt his orgasm building, his cock throbbing with need.
"Please, Y/n, I can't take much more," he pleaded, his voice raw. Y/n leaned forward, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered, "Cum for me, Lando. Show me how much you want me."
Her words were like a trigger, and with a final, powerful thrust, Lando's release surged through him. His cock pulsed, shooting his hot cum onto his stomach and Y/n's thighs, the sensation so intense it left him breathless. Y/n continued to ride him through his orgasm, her pussy clenching and releasing his sensitive tip.
As they both came down from their euphoric high, they realized the gaming headset had fallen to the floor, and the entire encounter had been broadcast to Lando's gaming buddies. A chorus of cheers and catcalls filled the room as they realized what had just transpired.
Lando and Y/n burst into laughter, their passion-fueled encounter now shared with an audience they never intended. But in that moment, they didn't care. They had found a new level of excitement, and their love for each other burned brighter than ever.
A red-headed maid, Y/n, encounters her mysterious employer, Carlos, a famous F1 driver known for his dark roles. Their first meeting in the kitchen leads to a steamy affair, filled with passion and raw desire.Â
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Y/n, a young and vibrant redhead, had been working as a maid at Carlos's luxurious house for a few months now. She found herself drawn to the solitude of the house, enjoying the peace and quiet as she went about her daily chores. Her job was simple: keep the place spotless, especially after the frequent parties Carlos hosted. Y/n took pride in her work, ensuring every corner was pristine, and she often stayed late to finish her tasks.
On this particular day, Y/n was tidying up the kitchen after a lavish dinner party. She wore a simple yet seductive outfit, a tight black tank top that showcased her ample cleavage and a pair of skimpy denim shorts that hugged her curvy hips and accentuated her long, slender legs. Her red hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few stray strands framing her beautiful face and accentuating her blue eyes.
As she wiped down the counters, her thoughts drifted to the mysterious owner of the house. Carlos was a renowned f1 driver known for his dark, brooding roles, and Y/n had yet to meet him in person. She had heard stories of his wild parties and his even wilder personal life, but he had been away driving schedule for most of her employment.
Suddenly, the sound of the refrigerator opening startled her. Y/n turned around to find Carlos standing there, his dark, piercing eyes taking in her appearance with a smoldering intensity. He was a tall, imposing figure, with dark hair and a three-day beard shadowing his chiselled jaw. His broad shoulders filled the kitchen doorway, and Y/n felt a flutter of nerves in her stomach.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," she stammered, her heart racing. "I was just finishing up after the chef. I didn't expect anyone to be home."
Carlos's deep, Spanish accent filled the room as he took a bottle of water from the fridge. "No need to apologize, princessa. I just got back from a gruelling training session for my next race. "I could use a massage, to be honest." He took a sip from the bottle, his gaze never leaving Y/n's flushed face.
Feeling bold, Y/n smiled and asked, "Long day, sir? Anything else I can get for you?" She was aware of her suggestive tone, but something about Carlos's presence made her want to push boundaries.
Carlos's eyes narrowed, and a devilish smirk played on his lips. "You're a feisty one, aren't you? I like that." He took a step closer, his muscular frame exuding raw masculinity. "A massage would be lovely, and perhaps a little company."
Y/n's breath quickened as she imagined running her hands over his broad chest and powerful arms. She blushed, feeling a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Um, sure. I could... I mean, I can give you a massage." She turned back to the counter, feigning concentration on her cleaning.
But Carlos had other plans. He moved swiftly, pressing his body against her from behind, trapping her against the counter. Y/n gasped as she felt his hardness pressing into her lower back, and her breath caught in her throat.
"You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" Carlos whispered in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. His strong hands cupped her breasts through her top, squeezing gently as he teased her nipples to hardness.
Y/n moaned softly, her body betraying her as she leaned back into him. "Oh, sir... please..."
Without warning, Carlos spun her around and pushed her onto the counter, his hands roaming over her body. He grabbed her ass, squeezing and kneading the plump cheeks, and she squirmed beneath him. "You like that, don't you, you little slut?" he growled, his voice rough with desire.
Y/n's eyes widened as she felt his hand slide between her thighs, his fingers stroking the damp fabric of her panties. "Oh God, yes..." she breathed, her hips rising to meet his touch.
Carlos chuckled, his breath hot against her neck. "You're so wet, my dirty girl. I can smell your desire." He ripped her panties aside and slid a finger into her hot, tight pussy, his thumb seeking out her clit.
"Carlos!" Y/n cried out, her body arching as he worked his magic. "Oh, please, don't stop..."
He added another finger, stretching her open as he thrust his fingers in and out, his thumb rubbing her swollen bud in circles. Y/n's moans filled the kitchen as her orgasm built, her juices flowing freely around his invading digits.
"That's it, come for me, you naughty hore," Carlos growled, his accent thick with desire. "Let me feel your sweet pussy milking my fingers."
Y/n's body shook as her climax tore through her, her pussy clenching and releasing his fingers in a pulsing rhythm. "Oh, God!" she cried, her head thrown back, exposing the delicate line of her neck.
Carlos's eyes darkened as he watched her ecstasy, and he bent his head to claim her mouth in a savage kiss. His tongue invaded her, tasting her essence, and she responded eagerly, her hands gripping his shoulders.
Breaking the kiss, Carlos growled, "I can't wait any longer, love. I need to be inside you."
Before Y/n could respond, he lifted her onto the counter, her legs wrapping around his waist. With one swift motion, he tore her top and bra aside, baring her heaving breasts. He bent his head, taking a nipple into his mouth and sucking hard, his teeth grazing the sensitive peak.
Y/n cried out, her back arching as pleasure and pain mingled in a heady rush. Carlos's hands gripped her thighs, spreading her wide as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself deep inside her, his cock stretching her to the limit.
"Ahhh!" Y/n cried out, her body adjusting to his size. "You're so big..."
Carlos began to move, his hips snapping forward as he pounded into her relentlessly. The counter creaked beneath them, and Y/n's breasts jiggled with each thrust, her nipples hardening further.
"Yes, take it all, you beautiful bitch," Carlos grunted, his face a mask of pure pleasure. "Feel my cock fucking that sweet cunt of yours."
Y/n's eyes rolled back in her head as she surrendered to the sensations coursing through her body. Carlos's cock hit her G-spot with every stroke, and she could feel her orgasm building again, more intense than the last.
"Oh, God, I'm going to come again!" she cried, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
Carlos reached between them, his fingers finding her clit as he pounded into her. "Come for me, Y/n," he commanded, his voice hoarse with need. "Let me feel your pussy squeezing my cock as you climax."
Y/n's body exploded in a cascade of pleasure, her pussy gripping him like a vise as she came hard around his invading shaft. Carlos groaned, his own release building as her muscles milked him.
"Fuck, yes!" he roared, his hips jerking as he emptied his balls deep inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled her, and Y/n relished the feeling of his release.
As their orgasms subsided, Carlos pulled out of her, his spent cock glistening with their combined juices. He smiled down at her, his eyes sparkling with satisfaction. "That was incredible, princessa. Just what I needed after a long day."
Y/n smiled back, her body still buzzing with pleasure. "Anytime, sir," she purred, her voice breathy. "I'm always happy to help."
Carlos chuckled, his hand stroking her hair. "I have a feeling we'll be helping each other a lot more in the future, Y/n. I have a feeling this is just the beginning."
And with that, he kissed her gently, his lips brushing hers before he straightened and headed for the stairs, leaving Y/n lying on the counter, a satisfied smile on her face.
Lando and Y/n embark on a romantic helicopter ride over the city, their passion igniting as they soar above the skyline. A steamy encounter ensues, leaving them breathless and craving more.
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The sun was setting over the glittering city skyline as Lando stepped into the luxurious helicopter, the blades already starting to rotate, creating a powerful gust of wind. He had arranged for a private helicopter tour as a special surprise for his new love interest, Y/N. She was a captivating woman, with an air of mystery that intrigued him. Their connection was instant, and Lando was determined to make this evening unforgettable.
As Y/n gracefully entered the helicopter, her long, dark hair dancing in the wind, Lando's breath caught in his throat. She exuded confidence and sensuality, her curves hugged by a sleek, red dress that ended just above her knees. Her eyes sparkled with anticipation, and a mischievous smile played on her lips.
"Hello, Lando," she greeted him, her voice like silk. "What a thrilling adventure you've planned."
Lando smiled, his gaze taking in her beauty. "It's all for you, Y/n. I thought we could see the city from a different perspective and maybe... have some fun along the way."
The helicopter lifted off, rising above the city's skyscrapers, and Y/n's excitement was palpable. She admired the breathtaking view, the twinkling lights below, and the vibrant hues of the setting sun. As the helicopter soared higher, she felt a sense of freedom and adventure, knowing that this experience would be like no other.
Lando moved closer, his intention clear. He wanted Y/n, and the thrill of being high above the ground only intensified his desire. He took her hand, his touch sending shivers down her spine. "You look absolutely stunning tonight, Isabella. I can't keep my eyes off you."
Y/n's heart raced as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his. "I aim to please," she whispered seductively.
Their kiss was passionate and hungry, lips parting as they explored each other's mouths. Lando's hands traveled down Y/n's back, cupping her curves, pulling her closer. She moaned softly, her body pressing against his, feeling the hardness of his erection through their clothing. The helicopter's gentle vibrations added to the arousing sensation, heightening their desire.
"I want you, Y/n," Lando murmured between kisses. "Right here, right now."
Y/n's eyes glistened with a mixture of excitement and nervousness. She had never done anything like this before, but the thrill of being with Lando made her bold. "Take me, Lando. I want to feel you inside me."
With skilled hands, Lando unbuttoned her dress, revealing her lace bra and the swell of her breasts. He kissed her neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses as he slowly slid the straps off her shoulders, baring her chest. Y/n's breath quickened as his lips found her nipples, sucking and teasing them through the lace.
"Oh, Lando," she gasped, her head falling back as pleasure rippled through her body.
He continued his exploration, his hands skillfully unfastening her bra, freeing her breasts. Lando took one swollen peak into his mouth, sucking gently, while his fingers skillfully played with the other, rolling and pinching it gently. Y/n's moans filled the cabin, mingling with the sound of the helicopter's blades.
"You taste so sweet," he whispered, his breath hot on her skin. "I want to taste all of you."
Y/n's desire was now a raging fire. She urgently needed to feel Lando's body against hers. With eager fingers, she unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his toned chest. She traced the contours of his muscles, her nails gently scraping his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
Lando groaned, his eyes dark with passion. "I can't wait any longer, Y/n. I need to be inside you."
Y/n reached for his belt, skillfully unbuckling it and unzipping his pants. She slid her hand inside, wrapping her fingers around his throbbing cock, feeling its length and warmth. Lando's breath caught as she stroked him, her touch sending waves of pleasure through his body.
"You're so hard," she whispered, her voice hoarse with desire. "I want to feel you fill me up."
Lando positioned himself between her legs, his cock pressing against her wetness through their remaining clothes. With one swift motion, he lifted her onto his lap, her dress riding up, exposing her bare thighs. Isabella wrapped her legs around his waist, feeling the heat of his erection against her core.
"Fuck me, Lando," she pleaded, her hands gripping his shoulders.
He guided his hard shaft to her entrance, slowly pushing into her. Y/n's eyes widened as she felt him stretching her, filling her up inch by inch. Y/n's cock was thick and long, and the sensation of being impaled on his length was exquisite.
"You feel so fucking good," he growled, his voice strained.
He began to move, thrusting deeply, his hips meeting hers in a primal rhythm. The helicopter's vibrations added a unique sensation to their coupling, making every stroke more intense. Y/n cried out, her nails digging into Lando's shoulders as she rode him, her body moving in sync with his.
"Harder, Lando," she demanded, her voice breathless. "Fuck me harder."
Lando obliged, pounding into her with abandon. The helicopter's cabin echoed with the sounds of their passion—the slapping of skin, their moans and cries, and the relentless rhythm of their bodies. Y/n's orgasm built quickly, her core clenching around Naveen's cock as she came with a loud, unrestrained scream.
"Yes, Y/n!" Lando grunted his own release building.
He thrust a few more times, his cock twitching inside her, and then he exploded, filling her with his hot cum. Y/n's walls contracted around him, milking his cock as they both rode the waves of pleasure.
As their orgasms subsided, Lando gently lowered Y/n onto the seat, their bodies still intertwined. They kissed, their lips bruised and swollen, as they basked in the aftermath of their passionate encounter.
"That was incredible," Y/n breathed, her eyes sparkling.
Lando smiled, his hands caressing her thighs. "It's not over yet, my love. We still have some time before we land."
Y/n's curiosity and desire were far from satisfied. She had a feeling that this helicopter ride would be an unforgettable journey of discovery and pleasure with Lando. And she couldn't wait to see what other secrets this mysterious man had in store for her.
A thrilling secret affair unfolds at a yacht party. Charles and Y/n navigate a night of uninhibited passion, their relationship hidden from prying eyes. As the game of truth or dare intensifies, so does their desire, leading to a steamy encounter that changes everything.
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The sun was setting over the calm waters, casting a golden glow on the luxury yacht as it glided smoothly across the bay. It was the perfect setting for a wild party, and Charles couldn't wait to let loose with his secret girlfriend, Y/n. Their relationship was a closely guarded secret, a thrilling affair hidden from the prying eyes of their social circle.
As the boat filled with their friends, laughing and chatting, Charles and Y/n exchanged knowing glances, their eyes sparkling with anticipation. They had been planning this night for weeks, a night of uninhibited passion and risky pleasure.
The party started with a bang, loud music and colorful cocktails setting the tone. Charles and Y/n mingled separately, flirting with their respective friends while keeping a close eye on each other. The tension between them was palpable, an electric current running through the air whenever their gazes met.
After a few drinks, someone suggested a game of truth or dare, and the crowd eagerly agreed. Charles felt his heart race as he anticipated the possibilities. He knew that Y/n was a fiery temptress, always up for a challenge, and he couldn't wait to see what she had in store for him.
Sitting across from Y/n, Charles felt his jealousy stir as he watched her flirtatiously interact with the other players. Her laughter echoed across the deck, and her touch seemed to ignite everyone she encountered. He wanted her all to himself, and the simmering desire he had been holding back was reaching its boiling point.
When it was Charles's turn, he couldn't resist the opportunity to bring Y/n closer. He dared her to straddle him, right there in front of everyone, and to kiss him passionately for a full minute. Y/n's eyes lit up with a mischievous gleam, and she wasted no time in accepting the challenge.
She rose from her seat, her movements graceful and seductive, and made her way over to Charles. Her hips swayed with every step, drawing the attention of the entire party. As she straddled his lap, her dress riding up her thighs, Charles felt his dick twitch with anticipation.
Y/ns hands cupped Charles's face, her fingers tangling in his hair, and she pulled him into a searing kiss. Their tongues danced and duelled, tasting the cocktails and the excitement in each other's mouths. Charles's hands roamed over Y/n's body, tracing the curves of her waist and the softness of her thighs. He could feel the heat radiating from her core, a wetness that mirrored his own desire.
The minute passed in a blur of passion, and when they finally broke apart, both were breathless and aroused. Charles's dick was rock hard, straining against his pants, while Y/n's nipples were erect, poking through the fabric of her dress. The crowd cheered and whistled, their encouragement fueling the fire between the couple.
Charles stood up, lifting Y/n with him, and carried her towards the back of the yacht. He didn't care who saw them now; he needed to be inside her. They stumbled into a private cabin, their lips never parting, and fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs and desire.
Y/n's dress was quickly discarded, revealing her perfect body. Her breasts were full and firm, with rosy nipples that begged to be sucked. Charles lowered his head, taking one taut peak into his mouth, and suckled eagerly. Y/n arched her back, her hands gripping his hair, as pleasure rippled through her.
Charles's hands roamed lower, tracing the outline of Y/n's pussy through her panties. He could feel her wetness, a testament to her desire. With a growl of impatience, he ripped the flimsy fabric aside, exposing her glistening folds. Y/n's breath caught as his fingers delved into her slick heat, stroking her clit and plunging into her hole.
"Oh fuck, Charles," she gasped, her voice hoarse with need. "I want you inside me. Now."
Charles didn't need to be told twice. He kicked off his pants, his erection springing free, and positioned himself between Y/n's spread legs. With one smooth thrust, he impaled her on his throbbing cock. Y/n cried out as he filled her, her walls stretching to accommodate his size.
Charles began to move, his hips snapping forward in a relentless rhythm. Maia met his thrusts, her body rising to meet his, their skin slapping together with each stroke. The bed creaked and the cabin echoed with their moans and profanities.
"Harder, Charles," Maia demanded, her nails digging into his back. "Fuck me harder."
Charles complied, pounding into her with abandon. He wanted to claim her, to brand her as his own. He reached between their bodies, finding her clit and rubbing it in firm circles as he fucked her. Y/n's cries grew louder, her body tensing as she spiralled towards release.
"I'm gonna cum," she panted, her pussy clenching around his cock. "Oh God, I'm cumming!"
Y/n's orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, her body shaking and convulsing as pleasure ripped through her. Charles felt her pussy milk his cock, and it was too much for him to bear. With a primal growl, he emptied himself into her, his hot cum spurting deep inside her hole.
They collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap, their hearts pounding in unison. Charles kissed Y/n's neck, tasting the salt of her sweat, and whispered in her ear, "I've wanted you like this for so long."
Y/n turned her head, her lips finding his, and kissed him deeply. "This is just the beginning," she promised. "There's so much more we can do."
As the night wore on, Charles and Y/n explored each other's bodies with abandon. They fucked against the cabin wall, Y/n's legs wrapped around Charles's waist as he thrust into her from behind. They took a break to perform oral pleasures on each other, Charles's tongue dancing over Y/n's sweet pussy until she screamed his name in ecstasy.
When they finally emerged from the cabin, dishevelled and sated, the party was still going strong. But Charles and Y/n didn't care about the crowd anymore. They had each other, and that was all that mattered.
As the yacht cruised back to shore, Charles held Y/n close, his secret girlfriend and his source of untold pleasure. He knew their relationship would never be the same again, and he couldn't wait to see what the future held for them. Together, they would navigate the waters of their secret affair, fueled by passion and the memory of a night of uninhibited desire.
Y/n awaits her boyfriend Max and their desire ignites. In his private room, she undresses, teases herself, and welcomes his touch. Their sexual tension explodes in a powerful, intimate union.
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Y/n's heart was racing, her anticipation building as she awaited the arrival of her boyfriend, Max. The young woman, with her vibrant hair, piercing blue eyes, and a smattering of freckles across her nose, had spent the entire day at the race track, but her mind hadn't been solely focused on the competition. All she could think about was Max, his strong physique encased in his racing suit, and the promise of his muscular body against hers.
As the trophy ceremony concluded, signaling Max's victory in the race, Y/n made her way to his designated driver's room, a private sanctuary amidst the bustling track. The room was dimly lit, with a subtle scent of motor oil lingering in the air. She knew Max would be brimming with adrenaline and excitement, and she intended to channel that energy into something far more intimate.
She couldn't wait any longer. The anticipation was killing her. With a mischievous smile, Y/n approached the massage table, her eyes scanning the room to ensure she was alone. Her hands trailed along the smooth surface of the table, her fingers tracing the edges as she imagined Max's powerful hands working on her body.
Slipping out of her dress, she revealed her curvaceous figure, her skin flushed with desire. She climbed onto the table, her bare skin caressing the soft surface. Her hands roamed over her body, cupping her full breasts, pinching her pink nipples until they hardened further. She let out a soft moan, her fingers dipping lower, sliding through her moist curls to find her throbbing clit.
Y/n began to rub herself against the table, her hips moving in a slow, sensual rhythm. Her fingers worked their magic, circling her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure. She bit her lip, her breath coming in short gasps as pleasure coursed through her body. Her moans filled the room, a mixture of desire and frustration as she longed for Max's touch.
Just as her pleasure peaked, she heard the door open. It was Max, his face still flushed with victory, his dark eyes sparkling with desire as he took in the sight before him. Y/n made no move to hide herself, instead spreading her legs wider, inviting him to join her.
Max wasted no time. He strode across the room, his race suit still on, and placed his hand firmly on her pussy, feeling the heat radiating from her. He growled softly, his voice hoarse with need. "You've been waiting for me, haven't you, baby?"
Y/n nodded, her eyes locked on his. "I need you, Max. I've been dying to feel your dick inside me all day."
With swift movements, Max unzipped his suit, revealing his broad chest and toned abs. He lowered his fireproof underwear, his thick cock springing free, already hard and straining towards her. He positioned himself between her thighs, his hands gripping her hips as he guided himself into her wet heat.
He thrust into her with one powerful stroke, filling her completely. Y/n cried out, her back arching off the table as she welcomed him inside. Max pounded into her, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm, the table creaking beneath them. His breath came in hot pants, his lips brushing her neck, his beard tickling her sensitive skin.
"You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his voice raw with passion. "I love hearing you moan, Y/n."
Y/n's hands clutched at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin as she matched his rhythm. She could feel her orgasm building, each thrust bringing her closer to the edge. Max's lips found her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel that tight pussy squeezing my cock."
His words sent her over the edge. Y/n's body trembled as she climaxed, her pussy clenching around him, milking his cock. Max groaned, his own release building as he thrust harder, faster, until he buried himself deep within her.
As their hearts slowed and their breathing returned to normal, Max gently disengaged from her, his cock sliding out with a wet sound. He helped Y/n off the table, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her curves. "Let's take this to the couch," he whispered, his eyes dark with desire.
Y/n smiled, her body still buzzing with post-orgasmic bliss. She led him to the small couch in the corner of the room, her movements graceful despite her wobbly knees. She straddled him, her hands resting on his broad shoulders as she lowered herself onto his hard shaft.
This time, Y/n was in control. She set a slow, teasing pace, rising and falling on his cock, her pussy gripping him tightly. Max's hands moved to her hips, guiding her movements, but she set the rhythm, her eyes never leaving his. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing his chest, her lips finding his in a passionate kiss.
As she felt his cock twitch within her, signaling his impending release, Y/n had a playful idea. She tightened her thighs around him, locking him in place, and stopped moving. Max's eyes flew open, his breath catching in his throat. "What...?" he managed to ask, his voice hoarse.
"Shh..." Y/n whispered, her lips close to his ear. "I want to feel you beg for it."
Max's eyes widened, his cock throbbing inside her. "Please... baby, please move," he begged, his pride momentarily forgotten. "I need to cum so bad."
Y/n smiled, her pussy muscles clenching and releasing around his sensitive cock. "Do you like that? Feeling my pussy pull on your dick?" She whispered, her breath hot against his neck.
"Fuck, yes!" Max groaned, his hands gripping her thighs, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. "I love it... Oh, god, Y/n..."
Unable to resist any longer, Y/n began to move again, her hips rolling in slow circles, driving him wild. Max's hands found her breasts, squeezing and kneading them as he thrust up to meet her. With a final, desperate growl, he climaxed, his cock pulsating as he filled her with his hot cum.
Feeling his release, Y/n's own orgasm crashed over her. She cried out, her body shaking as waves of pleasure rippled through her. She collapsed onto his chest, their sweat-slicked bodies pressed together, their hearts pounding in unison.
Max chuckled softly, his hands stroking her hair. "That was incredible, but I'm not done with you yet," he whispered, his lips brushing her forehead. "I promise to take you well tonight, baby."
With a final, lingering kiss, Max stood, his cock slipping out of her with a satisfying pop. He grabbed a towel, gently cleaning her up, his touch tender and loving. "I'll be back soon," he said, his eyes holding hers. "I just need to take care of a few things."
Y/n smiled, her body sated and satisfied, as Max left the room, already planning their next passionate encounter.
Summary : In the car, there are millions of thoughts that pass one after the other. The brain accumulates and releases at hundredths of a second all the information we need to be good drivers. However, sometimes it happens that the information never comes back and we are lost in this infinite mist.
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WARNING : mention of crash | lose of consciousness
The humidity is at its peak. Singapore is really one of the most physical races. The overwhelming and stifling heat prevents the brain from accumulating air properly. I already regret leaving the refrigerated hospitality to join the garage. I meet some fans on my way and I stop to take some pictures.
I am quickly escorted out of the crowd. I run to join the others to start the parade. I regroup with the two Ferraris and Max who discuss qualifications. I am P8. I could have had more, but a moment of distraction made me lose seconds in a corner. I smile at Charles and shake Carlos’s hand. I'm sweating in my team gear, it's really the worst. The Ferraris boys are not better, Charles is red as a tomato and Carlos look like he's going faint any second.
In the distance, I see Daniel. He is in a corner, his headphones on his ears. He has his face of concentration. He's cute, makes him look more serious. Since the beginning of the year, he hasn’t smiled as much. He’s not the same as before. He gradually realizes that his days are numbered in this sport and it scares him. I understand that feeling. I am the only woman on the grid and at my first mistake, I have a horde of men wanting to replace me with their macho and sexist criticism. Daniel raises his head and crosses my eyes. A smile expands on my lips and he seems to relax.
With the parade over, I return to the garage for the final preparations. I visualize the race in my head. I review the turns, the areas of acceleration, the areas of deceleration. I calculate the pressure of my tires and I look at the temperature one last time during the race. Filling my brain with all this information helps me not to be overwhelmed by pressure. I relativize and focus on the fact by what can happen.
It’s already time to get in the car. As always, the pressure goes up and I feel like my head is going to explode. I get in the car. I put my helmet on. When the helmet goes on my head, I no longer calculate what’s around me. Everything around me gets foggy and only my car counts. I hear my engineer in my ear and listen to the instructions.
The journalists and the teams leave the track. The crowd is on fire. I allow myself to look around. Oscar is on my right at P7. Lando is P6 ahead of me. Behind me is Daniel P10. The light turns red and the formation round begins. Max starts the pace. I warm up my tires and check my brakes one last time. I barely have time to think that the finish line is in front of me again. I install the single-seater in my starting lines and I prepare myself.
One. My pulse begin to quicken. Two. I'll move faster and faster, the fan roaring beside me. Three. My thoughts begin to wash away in a cloud of wind and dust. Four. The crowd thunders. Five.
My hands release the brake and I press the accelerator. The first corner comes quickly. I find my line among all the cars and I concentrate. The first few cars slow down and I’m right behind. I start turning the wheel. The next few seconds freeze in time. My brain tries to interpret what is happening before my eyes, but I can’t. I feel the back of my car rising in the air. In a straight perpendicular line, all I see is black and white asphalt. I let go of the steering wheel and the barrels start. My body is wandered from left to right in the car and I try to maintain myself. All this happens in seconds before I crash into the security fence.
I hear his laugh. I look up and he is in front of me, his smile bigger than the sun. I chuckle before I tongue him. I get up and start running to the ocean. He rushes after me. I peek behind me and he’s already behind.
"It’s not fair," I said, with a sulky pout. "You’re faster than me." He grabs my face in his gigantic hands and kisses me. I try to resist, but these kisses are magical that I can’t keep acting. I surrender to these lips.
"I am a high performance athlete, athletes speed." I laugh and I push him away a little. He loses balance and leads me to his fall. The fine sand is quickly encountered and my eyes get lost in his. I remove some rebellious streaks from his face. He meddles his fingers between my hair and he passes them behind my ears. "You’re beautiful." I pouffe before I kiss his lips again to silence him.
I’m back in the car. I fainted. Oh no, I lost consciousness. My vision is blurry and my ears are ringing. I try to straighten my head to look around, but I can’t. I feel like my heart is in my brain. It’s pounding and I can barely breathe. I feel a hand on my shoulder, but I can’t react. Gradually my vision darkened again.
"I don’t want us to hide anymore," whispers Daniel.
The night is cool and we’re in our hotel room in Los Angeles. This is the first time that we meet after weeks of meeting at the bend of an evening or a race. We have been living in this secret relationship for a few months now and I must admit that it is happiness. I like to find it even for a few moments, but it is true that with each separation, they become harder. I smile as I relax my head.
"We have no choice." I say, slowly fading away in my sleep.
And it’s true, we are stuck in this spiral of PR. Being the only woman on the track, I have to be attractive to the male fans. A girl in a relationship is not interesting. I hate every day since this phrase came out of my manager’s mouth. What do I give a shit about male fans? I’m not there for them, or thanks to them. I long to make a big finger in all this, but the more I think about the consequence and the more it scares me.
I am transported out of my car, I distinguish the lights of paramedics who check the dilation of my pupils. I blink and red and white flashes pass in front of my eyes. The ambulance. My helmet was removed. I don’t remember much. They talk to me, but I can’t tell the words. Everything is confusing. Yet, this hand I know. It’s his. Daniel. My eyes are frantically searching around me and I finally see him. He too has crashed. I don’t have time to think more than the paramedic pulls it out of my hand and takes me in the ambulance to the nearest hospital.
The hours that follow are a perpetual blur. I get lost in the dozens of exams and questions I am asked. I answer as best I can, but I get tired and I ask him to be beside me. I whisper his name between my lips. Many hours have passed. My senses come back little by little and I hear again the noises that surround me. I hear the beep of the machines, I hear the nurses who pass by the door of my room. I hear the television on, but I can’t understand the words. Most importantly, I hear his voice. He’s there with me. I painfully open my eyes. In the first place, everything is blurred. I can only see the light, but very quickly my vision clears and I can look at his face.
"I am so sorry, my love. I am terribly sorry." He whispers repeatedly, my hand in his.
"Hey, stranger." I say in a hoarse voice. I feel like I’ve been smoking for forty years with that voice.
"Y/n!" He cries while looking up. "You are awake."
"You didn’t think you’d get rid of me like that." I said with a laugh. I try to move to get up, but my body hurts. I moan and Daniel looks at me worried. "What happened?"
"We crashed into each other… I ran into you by accident. The car behind me didn’t brake and I was right in your corner. You rolled, I thought I’d lose you." He chokes a sob before he takes over." You landed in the safety gate and the race was paused for a long time. I… I couldn’t… I couldn’t go on without knowing if you were okay." He caresses my hair tenderly. I feel the pain in his voice and it hurts me.
"You disqualified yourself for me?"
"For you? Always." I smile and reach for him. I grab the top of his neck and our lips meet. Our kiss lasts a few minutes. We enjoy the present moment and the presence of the other. "Just to let you know, but I may have told everyone about our relationship and the media is crazy about it."
"What?" I write to myself as I step aside. What did he do? He didn’t… Oh no!
"We’ll talk later." He kisses me again with a smile. "You need to rest and heal."
"Dan…" I try to argue, but he won’t let me continue.
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