Eu deixei um estranho do parque me levar para casa aqui está o que aconteceu a seguir.

The park was nearly empty—just the rustle of leaves and his gaze locking onto mine. Sharp. Intent. No small talk, just that impatient hunger in his eyes. "Come with me," he murmured, and I followed. His hand rested on my thigh as we drove to my place. The door barely clicked shut before he pinned me against the wall. No tenderness, just greed. His tongue in my mouth, my fingers tangled in his hair. He yanked my jeans down; I unbuckled his belt. One thrust, one gasp—hot and deep. No holding back, no second thoughts—just the raw, frantic rhythm until we both shuddered apart. After, he dressed without a word. Just a final glance, a crooked smirk. The door slammed. I exhaled. Exactly what I needed.