But Adam clearly had no intention of letting her go. He continued kneading her breasts through her clothes, unabashedly scraping at her pubic hair in the dim corner, whispering seductively in her ear: "My cock is huge, thick and long. When your little pussy clenches around it, it gets hard as iron; you know that. And I still clearly remember your sensitive spot. Every time I thrust right there, you moan so lewdly in pleasure..."
"Ah~ You, don't say it..."
"Then will you let me fuck you?"
Sophia could never refuse Adam. Her little hole had already been played with until it ached with need, craving for a man's thick shaft to thrust in and fuck her. So she agreed, tears in her eyes, saying "okay."
But Adam only escalated, telling her: "Then right here, okay? My cock is already hard; I want to thrust into your little slutty pussy right now."
"No..."
This was still in the bar? How could they? Has Adam gone mad?
"Not here, please... mm~" This personality of Adam was somewhat abnormal, but Sophia still clung to her last shred of reason. She pleaded with the man: "I saw a hotel next door when I came. Let's go to the hotel, okay?"
Adam's eyes darkened, and he laughed again.
The hand that was about to withdraw slid back down Sophia's lower abdomen, past her not-too-thick pubic hair, straight to her soaked little clitoris.
"Ah~"
It was twisted.
Adam toyed with her clitoris, pinching it hard.
"You fucking slut, how desperate are you? You scoped out the hotel before even coming to the bar. So you really planned to find some man here to fuck your slutty pussy, huh? That thirsty, baby? Does your little lewd hole down there really can't go a moment without a man's cock?"
"I didn't..."
Sophia felt like crying from his scolding.
Before Adam dragged her onto the bed, she had no sexual experience at all, not even once of masturbation, and she did not even know what an orgasm was. All her desires were awakened only after Adam fucked her. How could she be blamed for turning out like this now?
Clearly, this man was the root cause.
And even though Adam had been very sexually indifferent these past years, rarely satisfying her in bed, she had never sought out other men to relieve her desires, nor even thought about it. So on what grounds did Adam say this about her now?
"Lick it clean." Adam pulled his hand out from playing with her pussy and roughly shoved it into her mouth.
"Mm..."
"Aren't you desperate for a fuck? Aren't you missing a cock to feed you? Wait a bit, and I'll shove my dick into your pussy, fuck that little slutty hole rotten."
Sophia said nothing more, letting Adam drag her away, to the hotel next to the bar, where he got a room, took the key card, and went upstairs.
Once in the hotel room, with the lights on, Adam finally saw Sophia's tear-streaked face.
The man froze, then furrowed his brows. He pulled a cigarette from his pocket, lit it.
He took a drag, then stubbed it out, tossed the cigarette aside, and returned to Sophia's side. He roughly wiped the tears from her face, gripped her chin, and asked: "Why are you crying?"
Sophia did not know why she was crying either; she just felt so wronged.
"Don't want me to fuck your pussy?"
Sophia shook her head.
"Then why cry? I don't know how to coax women; don't expect me to."
Sophia choked for a long time before finally saying: "I didn't go to the bar to find a man, and I'm not someone who can't go a moment without a man's cock..."
Hearing this, Adam suddenly laughed.
At first, it was just a slight curl of his lips, a light laugh, but then it turned into full-throated laughter, as if he found it endlessly amusing.
"What are you laughing at?" Sophia stopped crying but felt inexplicably puzzled by his laughter.
"Still so innocent, Sophia," Adam approached her, pressed her against the door, took off her jacket, and unbuttoned her shirt, revealing her bra-clad breasts. "Years have passed, but how have you not grown at all? Hmm? That was just some dirty talk I threw out; why did you take it seriously again?"
"I..."
Adam unclasped her bra, letting her white, tender, round breasts fully bounce free. Then he used both hands, his thumbs twiddling her nipples until they stood erect.
"I also said your tits are so perfect, you should strip naked and stand on the street for all men to grope. Does that mean I really want that to happen?"
Sophia stopped her tears but felt arousal building again from his touch, so she pouted: "Who knows what you think..."
"Of course I want you to obediently be my personal cock sleeve, these tits up here only for me to touch, that little pussy down there only licked by me, serving as my cum receptacle, creampied and filled with my seed by me alone."
Sophia's face flushed at his words, her voice as small as a mosquito's: "It's always been only you..."
Adam did not quite hear: "What did you say?"
Sophia: "I didn't say anything."
Adam raised a brow: "Not crying anymore?"
Sophia looked away, silent.
Adam came over and took off her pants, tossing her soaked panties aside.
"Since you're not crying, let's reward you."
"You... what are you going to do?"
"Lick your pussy, make you feel good."
Sophia was pressed against the door by the man, her legs forcibly spread apart.
Her little pussy was already drenched, slutty juices flowing nonstop downward, her lewd clitoris reddened from arousal, swollen and enticingly full.
"Your pussy is so fucking desperate for a fuck."
Adam said humiliating words but knelt between her legs, reverent as a knight, planting kisses on her wet, soft labia.
"Tsk... slurp..."
The man's hands pressed her inner thighs, his lips and tongue roaming her folds, sucking and kissing her already leaking pussy with wet, smacking sounds.
"Mm~ ah... don't, don't bite..."