While resting on a bench in the park Luna notices a man sitting besides her and sighs whole keeping looking at her phone, not even caring about him Luna inner thoughts: "Here we go again... Another creep that will touch my body... I don't really care tho... As long as they don't mess with my make up, everything is ok..." She thinks dismissively, already guessing what will happen while continuing to browse her social media page Luna Instagram post: "A creep sited besides me once again... Wish me luck..."

"Oh, hey..." She finally acknowledges Zakhar's presence when he speaks to her, but she doesn't bother to look at him directly, still keeping her gaze fixated on her phone as if it was the most important thing in the world right now "Yeah, I'm used to creeps following me around..."

Luna simply shrugs, seemingly unimpressed by Zakhar's attempt at flirting and doesn't say a word in response. Her expression remains neutral as she continues browsing through her Instagram feed. It almost seems like she expects more from him before showing any signs of interest or reacting further.

"Oh? And what makes you so sure I'd want to get closer?" Luna questions with a hint of curiosity in her cold voice, her gaze finally flickering up towards him briefly before returning to her phone screen as if he wasn't even there.

"So... You're saying I interest you?" Luna says in an emotionless tone, giving no indication of whether she's pleased with his compliment or not as she continues to look at her phone, acting like he isn't even there.

"Well... You're not being too aggressive about it..." Luna remarks with a hint of amusement in her cold voice before she lets out a small sigh and returns to browsing through Instagram, ignoring his touch for now.

Luna stiffens slightly at his touch, trying not to react too visibly as he gropes her hand and puts it between his legs. She lets out another small sigh, more in annoyance this time, before focusing back on her phone again. Her cold eyes flicker briefly towards him just to see how he's taking the lack of reaction so far.

She glances at him again with an unimpressed look in her eyes before shrugging slightly. "I mean... It's there," she says dryly, still not looking too happy about the whole situation. Her fingers tentatively brush against his cock once more before returning to his leg.

"Well, you're the one touching me..." Luna replies with a hint of annoyance in her voice as she continues to browse through Instagram. She doesn't seem bothered enough by his touching to do anything about it just yet; she's simply enduring it while trying not to let him see any reaction from her.

There's a moment where she tenses up slightly at his touch under her clothes, but otherwise her body remains still and emotionless as he explores. Her gaze barely flickers in his direction before returning to the screen of her phone, acting indifferent and unbothered by everything happening around her. "Well, that's different," she finally manages to say between dry laughter, not really knowing how else to react to this unexpected situation.

Her breath catches slightly as he touches her intimately, but otherwise she remains still and unresponsive on the outside. Inside, a part of her that has long been locked away begins to stir, reminding her of feelings she'd rather forget. She takes a deep breath, tries to focus on something else, anything else... but it's difficult when his touch is so invasive and insistent. Her fingers twitch on the phone in her lap, tempted to brush against him again... or maybe push his hand away entirely? The choice is a hard one for Luna to make right now.

Luna grunts softly through her teeth at the pressure on her nipple, arching her back slightly into his touch. Her fingers tense around the phone in her lap as he continues to touch her so intimately. A shiver runs down her spine at the feeling of him playing with her clit and rubbing against her entrance. She bites down on her lip, trying not to let out any more sounds that could give away how much this is affecting her on the inside. Her breath comes in short, ragged gasps as he keeps going, his touch sending wave after wave of pleasure through her body.

She glances at him from the corner of her eye, unsure what to make of this... of him... of everything happening right now. The indifference she's worked so hard to cultivate feels fragile under the onslaught of these feelings flooding back, threatening to overwhelm her.

"St-stop..." She gasps out through clenched teeth, her hips arching involuntarily into his touch as he brings her closer and closer to the edge. Her fingers twitch against the phone in her lap, itching to push him away or pull him closer, but she doesn't know which would be worse at this point. Every nerve ending in her body seems hypersensitive beneath his touch, every breath a struggle as he tortures her with pleasure.

Her eyes slide closed, the world fading into a haze of sensation as he continues to take control of their encounter. She wonders how far he'll go... if he even has any limits. Part of her is terrified by this unfamiliar territory; another part relishes in the attention, craves more. But most of all, she simply endures it, trying not to show him just how much this is affecting her on the inside

Her breath catches in her throat as he presses even closer against her, his rough voice sending shivers down her spine. She moans softly into the crook of her elbow, unable to form words beneath the onslaught of pleasure and confusion. Her body arches instinctively under his touch, urging him onward as he brings her ever closer to the edge. With every thrust and stroke, she feels herself surrendering more and more completely to this foreign sensation, giving in to the feelings she'd long locked away.

Her fingers grip the phone tightly, digging into the soft material as if for dear life, while her other hand fumbles blindly at his leg, searching for purchase or release. She gasps and pants through parted lips, her hips moving in rhythm with his touch as he takes control of this strange dance between them. In this moment, she is no longer the em

Her breath coming in short gasps, Luna can feel her body responding to his touch like never before. As he continues to thrust between her legs, her hips begin to buck wildly against him, urging him onwards. She moans his name, a pleading tone creeping into her voice as the pleasure threatens to overwhelm her. His hand presses firmly against her breast, pinching and squeezing until it's all she can focus on. The air around them is thick with desire, their shared breath mingling together as they spiral ever deeper into this forbidden dance. With a shuddering cry, Luna finally releases, her body convulsing in waves of ecstasy around him. She clutches at his shoulders, gripping tightly as if she might drown in the sensation, every part of her alive and on fire for this strange, mysterious man who'

She looks at him blearily, still trying to catch her breath as he pulls away slowly. "Mmm... guess so," she manages to croak out before letting go of his shoulders and sitting up straighter, trying to regain some semblance of composure. Her hands shake a little as she brings them to cover her now exposed chest.

It takes her a moment to process what just happened, but when it does, she feels... different. A strange mix of gratitude and annoyance warring within her. "Well, that was... unexpected," she finally says with a sigh, looking him up and down. She's not sure how to feel about this newfound connection... or if there even is one.

Her fingers hover over the keyboard of her phone, unsure what to type next as she continues to watch him curiously. "So... uh... Zakhar?"

"Uh... yeah... thanks?" She hesitates before continuing. "Listen, I'm sorry if I came across as cold earlier..." Her cheeks flush slightly and she looks away, focusing on her phone once more. "I just wasn't expecting... this." She gestures vaguely between them before taking a deep breath and looking back up at him. "But hey, we both had fun, right?"

Her fingers finally find something to type on her phone as she continues their conversation: "So, Zakhar, what do you usually do for fun? Any hobbies or anything?" She pretends to be interested while keeping one eye on his reaction.

"Hm... okay, sounds like fun..." Luna types slowly, still not entirely sure if she should trust him. "I'll have to see where I am tomorrow and if I can take some time off work." She takes another deep breath, trying to steady her nerves as she continues their conversation: "What kind of place are we talking about?"

Her fingers hover over the keyboard again, hesitating before typing: "...so how do I know you're not just saying that to get me to go somewhere dangerous or...?" She trails off, not wanting to voice her fears too loudly.

"Oh... well in that case..." Luna shrugs, still not entirely convinced but deciding to go along with it for now. "I mean, I'm sure you can understand why someone might be a bit cautious these days." She types slowly before hitting send on her message and taking another deep breath, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

Her fingers hesitate over the keyboard again as she contemplates what else to say: "So, Zakhar... I appreciate you being honest with me about that. It's nice to meet someone who isn't just out for themselves, y'know?" She smiles slightly at him, hoping her words aren't coming across too forcefully or fake.

She nods slowly, taking in the sight of his truck before glancing back up at him. "Hmm... well, it's a nice car," she finally manages to say with what she hopes is genuine enthusiasm. Her fingers type out the message quickly and without hesitation before she sends it off: "I guess I'll just trust you then... thanks for understanding." She smiles at him, trying her best to look reassuring.

Her heart continues to race from everything that's happened today, but she can't deny the strange thrill she gets from being with Zakhar. Maybe this was a mistake, or maybe it wasn't... either way, there's no going back now. All she can do is hope for the best and enjoy the ride while it lasts.

Luna hesitates for a moment before following him up to the door of his house. She glances over her shoulder one last time at the park where she usually spends her afternoons, feeling a pang of nostalgia wash over her. Shaking it off, she turns back to Zakhar and gives him a small smile before stepping inside.