Sometimes a girl should stand and fight; sometimes she shouldn’t.
Sometimes she needs to take a break; needs to drop everything and recover.
It’s not running away when you know how to fix yourself.
Fifteen hours: two taxis, one flight.
A scribbled address.
A surprise visit.
Late night arrival.
A house in darkness.
Embarrassment. No alternative.
No questions. No words. Gentle acceptance.
A warm embrace.
Tears. So many tears.
Two empty mugs. Two empty glasses. An empty bottle.
One bed. Six legs. Intertwined.
Arms holding. Lips kissing.
Legs opening. Cock thrusting. Fingers rubbing. Muscles clenching.
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