She lives in my native Thanjavur, and my distant relation. Even though we were from different colleges, I was using every opportunity to see her and s...pend time with her. We are in love with each other for last 3 years.But she went to her native after our studies. I thought that I would tell her parents our love after I get a Job. I am still in Chennai separated from her for almost a year, connected only through SMS and Phone calls.NOWIt was a tiring daysince I attended two interviews, in both. I made my way to the bar. As I walked there, I felt a touch. It was Raven, serving.“Hey, little big cousin,” She said with a smile.“’Sup, Raven?” I said. I still couldn’t believe my cousin worked at a strip club. But, hey, at least she wasn’t a stripper.“Your girl is in the dressing room,” Raven said in my ear.“Thanks, good to know.”I walked toward the bar while Raven sashayed away getting catcalls, making me wince. I saw Lillian at the bar, like clockwork.“Shawn Taylor. You’re back to see your. Even there, maybe because they were there, they scared her. They weren’t men, they were boys, dangerous boys riding waves of foolishness and testosterone. They egged each other on, they joked dirtily, laughed loudly and drank, and they looked at Dez like an interesting, but disgusting, bug. Despite Hannah’s reassurance that they were, especially when separated from the pack, sensitive, good guys, Dez wouldn’t buy it. They took Women’s Studies class to meet women, she was sure, to study them,. “Baby, can I come inside you?” I asked and got a grunt for an answer as well as two arms reaching for me, trying to grab the collar of my shirt to pull me into a kiss, just as primal as her fucking.I gave her my last pumps until I lost all control over my cock and splashed her frozen womb full of my fiery semen. At the first spurt, she went limp, then arched her back at the second as her own climax emanated from her throat in guttural growls with every throb of my cock spilling my seed.As I.