Outside when the driver had departed,
Third person’s POV
Sandra got off the ground and walked to the bathroom. She cleansed her face and put on lipstick. The slap she suffered from the taxi driver injured her eyes and knocked out one of her teeth. She got out her handbag and used make-up to conceal the bruises on her face. She headed to a different nightclub. She was furious that her efforts had failed. She was still taken aback by who had gotten Javier before her. She walked to a bar across the street from the karaoke bar and purchased several drinks. She was in a bad mood when an older guy saw her and felt forced to assist her. The guy moved her to a sofa near the bar, went to buy her some water, and examined her belongings. Women, he assumed, always have medicines on them. When he saw a tablet in her purse, he grinned and handed it to her to consume to relieve her discomfort. The guy looked at her as if he were assisting his daughter, and it was an act of generosity. The guy remained with her because he wanted her to improve. While Sandra was still attempting to get her act together, he headed to the bar to buy some drinks. She cradled her face in her hands. She was sweltering and yelled at the top of her lungs. The guy who had been assisting her previously had observed that she was beginning to remove her clothing. He was concerned that men in the club may take advantage of her. The guy quickly set his drink down on the counter and came over to assist her. Sandra instantly seized the elderly guy’s lips as the man took her outdoors. The guy maintained his grip on the situation. He drove her to a nearby hotel since he didn’t know where she was staying. He tucked her into bed and hoped for the best. He didn’t grasp what was going on with the girl as he sat on the chair. He kept his distance from her since she was so desperate for him. Because she had kissed him so passionately previously, the guy felt it was perilous for him to be in the same room with her. Sandra entered the bathroom, took a cold bath, and nakedly approached the guy.
“You are like a daughter to me,” the guy remarked, closing his eyes. Please put on some clothes," Sandra pleaded, as she continued caressing the man’s shaft.
The man was hard, but he didn’t want to go too far with a girl his daughter’s age. Sandra pleaded with the guy, but he refused. Sandra, unable to think properly, stretched out and grasped the man’s hand, imploring quietly and weeping.
“Please, it’s unpleasant.”
“What’s the matter with you? I may very well be your father. I’m merely here to assist you; I’m not here for this. I’m worried that something bad will happen to you. Can you tell me how to go to the hospital so I can drive you there?”
She rubbed his cock again and again till it curled up.
To the guy, her pleadings seemed enticing. Seeing that Sandra could not stop the man at that point, he made a choice. The man drew his brows together and bent his head to focus his gloomy gaze.
“Can you tell me your name?”
“Sandra.” He took out his phone from his pocket. Because she was young and she was straining his tolerance, the guy didn’t want to get in trouble tomorrow. He took out his phone and began recording.
“I am old enough to be your father, Sandra. Do you understand what you’re asking me to do?”
“It doesn’t matter to me. I’ve slept with an elderly gentleman before. Simply fuck me!!" The guy gently unbuttoned his shirt and untied his tie.
“Little kitten, I’m not your average senior citizen. Tomorrow, don’t hold it against me. This is exactly what you requested.” Sandra was on her knees like a meek cat, while the guy was still sitting on the chair near the bed.
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