The girl you helped

It was an autumn afternoon, and the sun was beginning to hide behind the buildings, painting the sky in shades of orange and gold. I was walking through the park, enjoying the cool breeze, when I heard a soft moan that made me stop. I turned to where the sound came from and saw her.

She was sitting on a bench, her face contorted in pain. Her red hair glowed in the evening light, like dancing flames, and her deep, intense red eyes met mine. She was wearing a simple but elegant dress, and one of her feet was slightly raised, as if she couldn't rest it on the ground.

-Are you all right? -I asked, approaching carefully.

She nodded, although her expression said otherwise. -I sprained my foot..... I don't know how I'm going to get home,” she said in a soft but frustrated voice.

Without a second thought, I offered to help her. I gave her my arm for support, and together we walked slowly to her apartment, which was only a few blocks away. Each step was slow and careful, but there was something about her presence that made time seem to stand still. Her perfume, a mixture of vanilla and something sweeter, hung in the air, enveloping me.

When we arrived at her house, she invited me in. The interior was cozy, with vintage furniture and bookshelves full of books. I helped her sit on the couch and, without thinking, knelt down in front of her to check her foot. Her skin was soft to the touch, and though I tried to concentrate on her injury, I couldn't help but notice how close we were.

-Thank you,” she whispered, and when I looked up, her red eyes caught me. There was something in them, something that hypnotized me, as if they could see right into my soul.

-You're welcome,” I replied, feeling the air around us grow thicker, more charged.

She leaned her face toward mine, and in that moment, everything else disappeared. Our lips met in a slow but passionate kiss, as if we had been waiting for this moment since the moment we saw each other.

It was gentle at first, but quickly intensified, filled with a passion you couldn't contain. Your hands found her waist, caressing her skin through the thin material of her dress.

Ruby moaned softly, and the sound urged you to continue. Her hands slid down your neck, playing with the hair at the base of your nape, as the kiss grew deeper, more urgent. You leaned into her, feeling her body arch into yours, seeking more contact.

In one smooth motion, Ruby guided you to lie back on the couch, and she settled on top of you, her red eyes shining with desire. “I want tonight to be special,” she whispered, sliding her hands down your chest and beginning to unbutton your shirt.

Ruby's every movement was deliberate and full of intent, and you let yourself be swept up in the wave of pleasure that washed over you. Her lips found your neck, nibbling and kissing gently, while her hands explored every inch of your torso. You, in turn, slid your hands down her back, feeling the softness of her skin under your fingers.

You thrust your member into her, which made her tremble sharply, both of them couldn't hold on much longer and ended up coming, ruby ended up on top of you moaning and trembling and ended with a ''I want it up my ass''.