LUST:Fate Of Justin ( part 1 )

r-old with messy chestnut hair, slouches on a rickety stool, his acoustic guitar resting on his knee. The air smells of motor oil and pine from the nearby woods,

ed crate, pages scrawled with half-formed ly

row, chasing a melody that's been haunting him for days. He hums, voice raw and unpolished, testing words about heartbreak he's never felt but imagines in vivid color. "She's a shadow in th

fts. Her dark curls are loose, framing a freckled face, her bare feet tapping to his rhythm. A thin silver anklet glints as she moves, her presence a quiet spark in the dim space. "Tha

, unfiltered-fuels him. He dives back into the song, piecing together a chorus about late nights and lost chances. The lyrics spill out, clumsy but honest, each one carving a

kbench, legs crossed, her dress riding up just enough to show the soft curve of her thigh. She doesn't notice-or maybe she does-her gaze fixed on him, like s

ordinary space. Mia claps when he stops, her smile wide. "That's gonna kill at open mic," she says, hopping down, her dress swirling. She steps closer, her bare arm brushin

sting long shadows across the cluttered space. Justin, still buzzing from his first song's rough draft, sits cross-legged on an old rug, his acoustic guitar propped against his shoulder. His loose flannel shirt, sle

shorts are unbuttoned at the top, casual, hugging her hips as she stretches her legs, painted toes flexing. Her dark curls are piled into a messy bun, a few strands sticking to her neck in the

with a warmth that cuts through the evening chill. Mia's laugh is soft, her green eyes glinting as she shifts, her shorts riding up to reveal the smooth curve of her thigh. She lean

gs, voice low, testing the words. His fingers move with purpose now, the melody sharper than before. Mia's gaze softens, her lips parting as she listens, one hand abs

her coconut shampoo mixing with the garage's grit. "That's about me, isn't it?" she murmurs, half-teasing, half-serious, her breath warm against his cheek. Justi

. Justin's breath hitches, his guitar slipping from his lap as he turns into her touch.Their lips meet, a soft, tentative press that ignites a spark. Mia's lips are warm, slightly parted, inviting him deeper.He kisses her back, hungry and clumsy, the notebook forgotten

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angle in Justin's hair, tugging gently as she grinds against him, feeling his hardness through his jeans.H

l bra that barely contains her full breasts. Justin's eyes widen, his gaze drinking her in.She reaches behind her back and unhoo

escaping her lips as he sucks and

ked, she reaches for his jeans, unbuttoning them with shaking fingers. She pulls out his hard cock, stroking it slowly as she looks into his eyes. "I want you," she whispers, positioning herself above him.Justin grips her hips, his breath catching as he feels her wet heat against