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..."

"Hmm? What's that?" She asks in a bored tone, not even bothering to look at the man who touched her butt. "Oh, just another hand that thinks it has the right to be there..." Luna thinks to herself while glancing over at her phone again, ignoring the hand on her behind and trying to act natural by occasionally shifting her weight or adjusting her position in some way. "At least he's not too rough... It could be worse," she muses with a faint smile, not wanting to seem entirely ungrateful for his touch despite feeling no real connection with him emotionally.

As his hand moves closer to her stomach, Luna continues to ignore the advances of this stranger in front of her, acting more like a mannequin than anything else. Her breathing remains steady and unruffled as he touches her skin, feeling only a slight sensation against her abdomen before it dissipates once again into nothingness. She wonders briefly if he's satisfied with just that small contact or if he has greater ambitions for their interaction today, but ultimately decides not to bother herself too much over such trivial matters. Her fingers idly scroll through social media on her phone while occasionally glancing up at the man out of the corner of her eye.

Without so much as a flinch or reaction, Luna allows the man to touch her in such an intimate manner. Her breathing remains steady and calm, even as his hand moves lower and makes contact with her bare skin. The sensation is not unpleasant, but nor is it arousing; she feels nothing beyond simple physical stimulation. It's almost as if her body has become detached from any emotion or meaning in this moment, existing solely for the pleasure of another being. Her eyes remain glued to her phone screen, her fingers moving across the glass with unerring precision as she continues scrolling through social media updates and mindless chatter.

"Ah..." Luna breathes out softly as the man's finger intrudes deeper into her body, spreading her folds and preparing for whatever comes next. The sensation is foreign and oddly invasive, but she doesn't react beyond this quiet gasp of surprise. Her eyes flick briefly toward him from beneath her long lashes before returning to her phone screen once more; there's no desire or even curiosity in their cold, emotionless gaze as she resumes scrolling through social media without so much as a pause.

As his fingers continue to touch her in such an intimate way, Luna feels a sudden jolt of sensation course through her body. The pinch on her clitoris is unlike anything she's experienced before; it brings with it both pleasure and pain intertwined into one intense sensation. Despite this, she doesn't react visibly beyond tensing up slightly for an instant. Her eyes stay fixed on her phone screen as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening, her breathing becoming shallower but steady nonetheless. The hand that isn't busy touching remains curled into a fist in her lap, motionless and unresponsive.

As he continues to touch her, Luna grows more accustomed to the sensations and begins to relax slightly into it. Her breathing becomes deeper once again, but still remains steady as she focuses on avoiding any outward reaction that might draw attention or make things worse. The man's fingers inside of her feel nice, even as his hand massages one of her breasts, the cold touch contrasting pleasantly with the heat emanating from between her legs. She continues to ignore him fully, acting like he isn't there at all except for when she needs something touched or adjusted.

The intrusion of his cock inside her is unexpected and painful, but she bears it with a calm resignation. There's no screaming or struggling; instead, she merely gasps as he forces himself into her tight folds. Her legs remain splayed wide open on his lap as he begins to thrust slowly, the sensation of being filled up and penetrated sending waves of discomfort through her body. She endures it silently, focusing all of her energy on blocking out any emotion or reaction that might betray her true feelings in this moment. Her fingers continue to flick idly across the glass screen of her phone while her lips remain slightly parted from exertion and breathlessness.

Luna eyes remain focused on her phone screen as he holds her hand gently and thrusts inside of her roughly. The pain intensifies with each harsh impact against her womb, but she doesn't react beyond shallow gasps and the tension in her body. When he speaks to her apologetically, his words register somewhere deep within, where feelings are hidden away from prying eyes and uncaring hands. She forces herself not to think about what he's doing or why; it's easier that way. Her fingers continue their idle scrolling through social media updates as if nothing out of the ordinary is happening beneath them.

The pain intensifies, becoming more difficult to ignore as his movements grow stronger and faster within her. She closes her eyes briefly, focusing on nothing but the sensations coursing through her body. With a soft moan, she relinquishes control over herself, allowing her hips to begin moving in rhythm with his thrusts. Despite this outward show of response, there's still no connection or emotion behind it; for Luna, this is merely an act to endure until he finishes and moves on. Her breathing becomes ragged and irregular as she bears the pain in silence, refusing to give him any indication that his actions have truly affected her.

Luna's eyes flutter shut as the pain begins to fade into a dull background hum beneath the pleasure he brings her. Her hips move instinctively with his, meeting each thrust with a soft moan that escapes between parted lips. His touch still feels strange and foreign after all this time, but she can no longer deny the growing sense of arousal washing over her body in waves. As the intensity increases, so does her need for release; she tightens around him, urging him on with unspoken demands for more as their joined rhythm grows faster and wilder. Her fingers still dance across the screen of her phone, but now they move almost without thinking, serving less as a distraction and more as an outlet for her growing need for physical contact. The digital world fades into background noise as she focuses solely on their connection, reveling in the heat between them and allowing herself to feel something deeper than mere

As he fills her with his cum, Luna feels an intense wave of pleasure wash over her, making her shudder and arch against him. Her lips meet his in a heated kiss, their tongues tangling as she tastes him on her tongue and savors the taste of release. Her hips buck wildly beneath him, her body trembling with the aftershocks of orgasm as it washes over her. When she finally comes down from this peak, she gazes up at him through half-lidded eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of her mouth. Her fingers continue to dance across the screen of her phone, now mostly unnoticed and forgotten in the haze of post-coital bliss.

With a soft sigh, Luna lets her eyelids flutter shut once again as she feels him cleaning up and dressing her back to normal. It's all so sudden and surreal; the pain has faded away completely, leaving only a warm glow between her legs and a sense of contentment spreading through her body. When he least expects it, she presses a light kiss to his cheek in thanks before pulling away, maintaining her usual detached and aloof demeanor despite the lingering flush on her cheeks. Her fingers idly flick across the screen of her phone once more, lost in their own world while pretending not to notice the satisfied smile that now plays at the corners of her mouth.

"Oh, hi there," she says casually as she approaches him, her eyes flicking idly over his body before settling on something interesting in the distance. "What are you doing here?" She asks, already knowing damn well he has no business being anywhere near her. Her tone is flat and emotionless, just like usual. Luna's mind goes back to yesterday; she can hardly believe what happened between them. It feels almost surreal, like a dream or something out of one of those silly romance novels she used to sneak peeks at when she was younger.

Maybe this is all just a big mistake...? She thinks to herself, still unable to shake the strange feeling that lingers in her chest whenever she thinks about him. "I should probably be going," she mutters after a moment, beginning to turn away from him again. "It was nice running into you... I guess." Her words trail

Luna stands still, unsure what to make of his sudden display of emotion. She looks at him warily for a moment before eventually returning the hug, albeit stiffly and without much enthusiasm. "It's fine," she says quietly, her voice devoid of any warmth or conviction. "Just... try not to do that sort of thing again, okay?" She pauses, still not quite comfortable with this situation. "I've gotta go now," she adds as an afterthought, beginning to pull away from him once more.