7 FETISH

Without second thoughts, Yanarym took off all of her clothes. It didn't even take her a minute to get completely naked. She turned on the faucet and water came running out of the hose. She bathed herself with it. At least, it eased her body a little.

How long does she need to wait for Alvan to look for her anyway!? If only she knew where the hell he was, she would just surrender herself willingly.

While Yanarym was being consumed by her dirty thoughts, Alyx was watching her at the corner. He was amused with how the woman acted in front of him, distracting him from the fight he had with Alyana a while ago.

Unlike his sexually-driven brother, Alyx was hard to please. He had seen a lot of women make different moves on him to try getting him into bed, but none like her. He couldn't see whether what she said was true that she was really under the influence of drugs or not, but at least her flushed face says how drunk she was.

"Why aren't you leaving!?" Yanarym exclaimed as soon as she noticed that the young man was watching her.

"Why won't you leave me alone already? If you won't leave, help me." Yanarym cried.

Soon enough, she wouldn't be able to stop herself from violating him sexually. Besides, Alvan and Alyana might have met each other already, and who knows, she could be waiting for nothing.

She went towards the young man and pushed him against the sink before stripping him off his tux desperately. She was soaked, so the water dripping from her body drenched the tux as well. It looked expensive though. She would definitely regret this later.

"Since you're still here, lend me your body. I will do whatever you want, please help me."

She reached for his neck and showered it with kisses as she unbuttoned his polo shirt. She didn't know what she was doing, her lust was getting ahead of her. Yanarym didn't notice that he wasn't even responding to her nor rejecting her, instead he just let her be. She licked his adam's apple and felt him gulp in the process. His fresh and manly scent calmed her down a bit.

Her mind was full of sexual fantasies and at the same time, she couldn't help but be bothered by his wet tuxedo. The expenses for its dry cleaning would surely swallow her alive later after sex.

Damn. It's so hard to be poor!

Even Alyx himself had no idea why he let the strange woman touch him. He should have left the restroom in the first place but he stayed to see her true intentions. Besides, he only wanted to know what she would do next.

Her soft moans were so enticing he unconsciously swallowed his saliva. He had to admit the woman was very attractive and enchanting to look at, specifically that pair of teary eyes of hers. The longer he stares at her, the more beautiful she gets. Even his shaft got too excited.

As their skin touched, they both felt a rush of sensation coursed through their bodies especially with the woman kissing his neck. When Yanarym had completely unbuttoned his polo shirt, she paused for a moment before taking a deep breath. She looked him in the eye, still holding on to his undone shirt.

"It's okay. You can still leave if you want to," she said, almost whispering. She was struggling hard to ignore her temptation. "I-If you're going to leave, then please find me someone who would—!"

Alyx interrupted her by reaching her lips and kissing them passionately. Of course, she kissed him back.

"But, wait." Yanarym pulled away from their kiss. "About your tuxedo—!"

Once again, Alyx shut her up by reconnecting their lips. Shifting their position, he grabbed her round butt and placed her above the cold sink.

Everything happened so fast and both of them were already naked.

He already kissed almost every nook of her upper body. She was afraid any minute now she might explode.

Alyx leaned his face close to hers and breathed on her lips. He felt like his body was burning as hell; he almost thought he got infected by the woman's aphrodisiac. Alyx enjoyed seeing her yearn for him. He wanted to hear her cry and beg for mercy.

"Beg more... Keep on crying." The young man ordered with his deep voice.

What the fuck? This guy has a fetish! Too bad, he's really good-looking yet a sadistic pervert!

It was driving her crazy. She went ahead of herself and skimmed his muscular body.

"No, keep on begging." He said in a husky whisper before biting her ear.

He wanted to have her but her lewd expression and sensual craving for him kept him from doing so. He couldn't even recognize himself anymore.

He had never treated anyone like this before, whether it'd be sexual or not. It wasn't his first time having sex obviously, however, it felt like it to him. Though, this one was different. He was afraid he's getting addicted to this strange woman.

Yanarym had no choice but to give the man what he wanted. She had begged so many times until she finally lost her patience.