I'm cumming! That's where I feel the finish line! Ahh! Fuck! The liquid erupted like a volcano, blocking my mouth with my arm to stop the growl loudly, remaining still, my muscles stiffened, my legs unable to move until the strange sensation subsided. That was damn fucking good!
"Next time, shave," she grinned once wiping her mouth. Tori took out alcohol and almost poured it into her hand.
"Do you have wet wipes?" its eyes narrowed.
"For what?" I wonder where she will use it.
"I'm gonna wash up your Bird," she sneered, looking down at me.
"It's fine. I'm going to use the bathroom when we land." I gulped, inhaled. Maybe if Tori were the one to clean up, I would be hard again. We were about to go down, so it would be torture for me, stopping in the middle.
"Vince!" I stared at her call.
"Yes?" I frowned, wondering what she would say. "Later again, okay," she said softly and smiled slightly. This one is undeniably skilled. It's worth what I paid her, with extra services. Tsk girl was now weird. They are the ones appealing. I guess that was a good warm-up for now, then later will be the intense finale.
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[Mia POV]
Mia, look out! I could hear a loud shout, but why myself couldn't stop, throwing the ball at him with great force. In slow motion, the guy fell.
Aimee was running towards me, "Girl, what did you do to him?" Astonished, she asked me, gaping and holding her mouth in shock.
"Eh! He blocked me. Is it my fault that I was stunned?" telling excuses to my friend. Some of our teammates even approached the man, picked him up, and took him to the clinic. As Aimee and I just stared into the distance.
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"Do you know who it is?" she asked with a raised eyebrow as we walked home. Aimee has become accustomed to hanging out at my place before going home to them.
"I know who that is, and he was a fool, running through the field. Is he stupid because he knows there's a game ongoing?" I sighed and remembered the incident. He is handsome, so I looked steadily. I wasn't aware my hand would be the focus on him. The ball then hit him in the face.
"Girl, you don't know him?" she asked in astonishment again, stunned.
"No! I don't, and why do I have to know all the guys on campus?" I frowned and stared at the road we were on.
"I don't know him personally as well, but I heard he was the girl's talk of the campus and even at the other school." hmmm, probably with the number of women tripping over him, she is unlikely to notice me tsk tsk tsk I said to my brain. Why am I the only one in the group who hasn't had a boyfriend yet?
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"Thank you, Mia, and I'm heading home now. Tomorrow again ah. Aunt bye .." She waved at mama and then left. I sigh every time I think I don't have a boyfriend yet. Am I ugly? Stinky? But compared to other women on campus, I'm nothing. Very plain and without self-art, when going out with the group I only wear simple jeans and a shirt. My long hair is slightly ponytailed, and I'm not even white.
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I got to school early as my driver's head up early. They were crowded somewhere on the campus bulletin board.
"what's up ?" mumbling in my mind, holding my book to my chest, frowning in astonishment.
"Aimee! Wait!" I called my friend who was arriving, and I gasped as I approached him.
"Mia!" It was wrinkled and looked anxious. I want to say something, but I can't do it.
"What is that? Is that your face? Didn't you eat yours?" I asked him, still slightly out of breath from my chase.
"Mia, next time, be careful." She murmured.
"Huh? What are you saying, Aimee? I don't understand. Can you clarify? Where shall I be careful?" my eyebrows meet, and I'm a little annoyed from hanging for what she's saying.
"The man you injured yesterday was looking for you. You're dead by now, Mia. He wasn't happy with the lump you gave him. It seemed like He's been in the hospital before going home." She snapped, smirking as we walked towards the room.
"Just that? I'll say sorry then, and if He wants, I can pay his hospital bill." I roared and shrugged slightly—small thing, what a big deal there. I didn't kill him, so why hunt me instantly as if in the movie.
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"Now class dismissed," said our biology professor. The chairs slumped again with everyone's excitement.
"What do you want to eat Aimee," I asked her, as she probably didn't have any more money in her pockets. My best friend works hard at school and wants to graduate to be able to go abroad. Their life in the province is complex, and she only stays with her aunt here in Manila.
"Nevermind! You will treat me again," she said pointedly, looking at me slightly.
"Let's go!" I dragged her once we laughed. Aimee is important to me, like my younger sister. I am 2 yrs older than her. That was the time I stopped because of my heart disease.
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Aimee and I used to walk home and exercise because my doctor also told me that I should have recreational activities to keep my heart active and its blood flows appropriately.
Suddenly a car pulled up beside us. Aimee and I frowned, stopping at our stand.
"Take in the one with a ponytail," I softly heard the voice of the person in the car. Aimee and I quickly panicked as she slapped the man trying to pull me.
"Mia! Why don't you let go of my friend? You motherfuckers," her voice growled, crying.
"Who are you, and where will you take me," I struggled, but nothing happened as they were able to get me inside successfully.
"You? That stupid idiot went through the middle?" I scolded him sharply, frowning and still panting. He just looked at me badly.
"at the beach house Greg," he told the driver, intimidating.
"What am I going to do there? Hey, are you deaf?" I barked. If it were because of the lump on his head, it would be very shallow, take me just because of that.
I retreat to call Aimee to see what had happened to her as I remember she didn't have a phone. She didn't even agree to let me buy her.
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"Leave us alone now," he ordered the two men. I don't know where he took me, but we traveled for almost 4 hours in my calculation.
"Call Tita. Tell her you're here at home," I wondered at what he said. Aunt! Huh? Does mom know him?
"What are you saying? And here in his house?" my forehead furrowed in astonishment. Is he on drugs? I just now got the chance to take a closer look at his face. Shit! He's handsome, so it's not surprising that girls mob over him.
"Mention my name, Vince Madrigal. Will you or do you want your mom to worry?" he said with a serious face. The bruise on its head is still visible, making me a little amused that made him frown.
"So you're happy with what you did? Mia." hmm, He knows me, but why? Since when? It's grimacing.
[Vince POV]
I always saw her when we were young. Support Mia, Vince. Someday you will get married. I remember what Mommy said over and over. We have a gap of 10 yrs. She was in high school, and I was in College. The day she threw the ball hard in my face was our meet again. I'm lazy to study, so I spent a long time in high school until now just graduating with my degree. I don't have to learn, and I will also inherit everything when Daddy dies. I am very angry with him.
"Hey! What's your plan? How long are you going to keep me here?" I sighed, forgetting that she was still here. Why did I even bring her? In fairness, she's beautiful but nothing so special. There seems to be no excitement at all.
"I'll get you some food. Just a moment."
[Mia POV]
I couldn't understand when I mentioned his name. Mama didn't even react and just said okay. Huh? What's that! Shouldn't she be worried because a man took me? I looked around then I realized I was in a room. It has men's gear like basketball rings, cars, and toys. Was it his room when he was a child?
"Here, eat!" it says briefly, feeding me like a dog, staring steadily.
"Chill, Mia. I won't hurt you. I won't rape you either," he said, sitting on the small couch facing the bed where I was sitting. Am I not likely to rape? He's so mean. I'm still a woman, and he's serious.
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"So where can I sleep? Do you have extra clothes? I need to take a shower, Vince. I'm sticky," I stammered to him. It's true, feeling wasted all day wearing this same piece of clothes. I can already smell myself.
"Wait, I'll get you some," he said briefly, going to the other room.
"Here! Use it," he threw an oversized t-shirt and boxer shorts at me.
"Is this yours?" Nodding while reviewing what he gave me.
"That's my sister's clothes," His voice sounds husky.
"Your sister?" I can't believe it because it looks masculine, but we are the same. I'm more comfortable wearing a t-shirt and shorts only. So no underwear. Complaints of my brain.