Robber x Victim (Private M+) iAMmagic x marcus

[iAMmagic]

Alright hold on.

 

[iAMmagic]

RE: Robber x Victim (Private M+)

Alright hold on.

Serena Wild

Age: 25

Just tell me the age, name and give me a photo of your character.

Serena ran the soap bar over her body, her back to the bathroom doorway. The shower was clear, and allowed anyone to see through as she rinsed the soap off her body.

 

[Marcus]

RE: Robber x Victim (Private M+)

Tyronne Flint was a small time brute, who dropped out of high school at the ripe old age of 16. Over the years, he had drifted between jobs and cities, a courier, a mechanic, hired muscle, even a male escort when it helped put bread on the table. A few years back, after having served his four year term in the marines, he found himself discharged, reasoning he'd find work in the private security sector. Somehow, that was yet to work out. In the meanwhile, he went back to odd jobs (none of which he was particularly proud of) and while breaking and entering wasn't his usual forte, this particular joint which he had been casing for the past week appeared to be easy pickings.
He forced open a window, letting himself in. He swindled the rolex, an expensive looking crystal, the smartphone, some loose change, he found in a wallet. He made his way to the first floor, when he heard a noise from the bathroom. Tyronne frooze. The joint was supposed to be empty. He wandered over to the bathroom, slowly opening up the door, finding himself in the company of the woman of the house.

 

[iAMmagic]

Tyronne Flint was a small time brute, who dropped out of high school at the ripe old age of 16. Over the years, he had drifted between jobs and cities, a courier, a mechanic, hired muscle, even a male escort when it helped put bread on the table. A few years back, after having served his four year term in the marines, he found himself discharged, reasoning he'd find work in the private security sector. Somehow, that was yet to work out. In the meanwhile, he went back to odd jobs (none of which he was particularly proud of) and while breaking and entering wasn't his usual forte, this particular joint which he had been casing for the past week appeared to be easy pickings.
He forced open a window, letting himself in. He swindled the rolex, an expensive looking crystal, the smartphone, some loose change, he found in a wallet. He made his way to the first floor, when he heard a noise from the bathroom. Tyronne frooze. The joint was supposed to be empty. He wandered over to the bathroom, slowly opening up the door, finding himself in the company of the woman of the house.

The soap slipped from her hand and she leaned down to retrieve it, giving him a perfect view of her cute bottom. Serena put the bar back on the mini shelf before grabbing the bottle of shampoo.

 

[Marcus]

Tyronne Flint was a small time brute, who dropped out of high school at the ripe old age of 16. Over the years, he had drifted between jobs and cities, a courier, a mechanic, hired muscle, even a male escort when it helped put bread on the table. A few years back, after having served his four year term in the marines, he found himself discharged, reasoning he'd find work in the private security sector. Somehow, that was yet to work out. In the meanwhile, he went back to odd jobs (none of which he was particularly proud of) and while breaking and entering wasn't his usual forte, this particular joint which he had been casing for the past week appeared to be easy pickings.
He forced open a window, letting himself in. He swindled the rolex, an expensive looking crystal, the smartphone, some loose change, he found in a wallet. He made his way to the first floor, when he heard a noise from the bathroom. Tyronne frooze. The joint was supposed to be empty. He wandered over to the bathroom, slowly opening up the door, finding himself in the company of the woman of the house.

The soap slipped from her hand and she leaned down to retrieve it, giving him a perfect view of her cute bottom. Serena put the bar back on the mini shelf before grabbing the bottle of shampoo.

Mr Flint, Ty to those who he deemed suitably familiar, assessed the delicious looking morsel he found himself. He put down his bag containing the newly liberated items from the house and took a few steps inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him with a soft click. His eyes roaming over the nubile form of the woman in the shower, with a growing hunger.

 

[iAMmagic]

Serena was still oblivious that anything was going on as she closed her eyes and worked the shampoo through her hair. She leaned in under the water and let the streams cleanse her hair. She found she was a little horny and began rubbing herself slow circles, a quiet moan escaping her.

 

[Marcus]

The trinkets in the house aside, this was a bonus, Ty decided, throwing caution to the wind, as he slipped out of his grey faded jacket. If he noticed the ring, which sparkled like new on the woman's hand, he didnt notice, nor did he particularly care. He loosened his mud caked work boots, tossed them aside, licked his lips as he stood outside the shower just a few feet away. Ty stripped off his shirt, one button at a time, revealing a powerfully built upper torso, the result of his years in the marines, not taking his eyes off the girl the whole time.

 

[iAMmagic]

She heard the boots hit the floor and jumped. Serena quickly turned around with her legs squeezed together and her arms across her breasts to hide herself, "What the fuck are you doing? Why are you in my house?" She screamed at him backing up against the shower wall. Her horny self immediately began thinking, He's hot and she tried to push these thoughts away.

 

[Marcus]

"Why this happens to be a typical case of breaking and entering, your majesty, what do you think?". He licked his lips as he sized up the girl, giving her an appraising look. "Yeah, fuck would be an appropriate choice of words. Come on baby, why so shy?" he said with a soft chuckle. Ty closed the gap, immediately getting doused by the still running shower faucet. "But where are my manners. Introductions. Pa always taught me politeness is a virtue. My name's Tyronne, but you can call me Ty, whats your name girl?" he casually arced an arm around her waist bringing her in close.

 

[iAMmagic]

Her eyes widened, "I'm not your babe, get away!" She squirmed away once he wrapped his arm around her. She cried and tried to run away from him, beginning to exit the shower.

 

[Marcus]

"Hey baby, come on where you going. Im not done yet." he laughed, catching her elbow as she tried to wriggle past him. He pulled her in, one arm around her waist, the other around her upper back. His head leaned in, his lips impressed on hers, as they kissed.

 

[iAMmagic]

She squirmed, but to no avail. Tears leaked from her eyes. When his lips touch hers, she tried to shove him away, but he wouldn't budge. After a moment or two, she reluctantly kissed him back. She convinced herself she was doing it so he didn't hurt her, but she knew deep down that wasn't the reason. He's a great kisser, she thought to herself, but immediately ditched that thought, upset at herself for even thinking that.