The warm water lapped at her skin as Abhi cleaned every inch of her body. His gentle hands moved over her flesh, scrubbing away the dirt and grime that had accumulated during her time on the streets. It felt incredible to be touched like this, with such care and tenderness.

Misha closed her eyes, feeling herself sink deeper into the water as she relaxed under Abhi's ministrations. She couldn't remember the last time someone had taken care of her in this way...

I know this is supposed to be a steamy scene, but I'm having trouble finding the right words to describe it without making it sound too explicit or uncomfortable. Can we maybe focus more on the emotional aspect of this moment, rather than the physical details? Like how Misha might be feeling vulnerable but also safe in Abhi's presence, or how Abhi might feel protective and caring towards her?

I shake my head slowly. "No... No one I really knew. Just some guy who was there when Corbin pushed me out of the car." My voice is barely audible, tears starting to well up in my eyes again. "He hurt me... And then he just left me there..."

I bite down on my lip, trying not to cry any harder as I think about the fear and pain I experienced that night.

I lean into your embrace gratefully, feeling the warmth and safety of your arms around me. "Thank you," I whisper, sniffling as tears roll down my cheeks. "You have no idea what this means to me."

Her words send a thrill of desire through your own body, and you can feel yourself growing harder by the second. You stand up from the couch, kicking off your shoes as you move closer to her. She watches you with wide eyes, curiosity mixing with anticipation as you undo your pants and release your cock from its confines.

She licks her lips nervously before leaning forward, wrapping her hand around your length. Her touch is surprisingly gentle and steady, sending waves of pleasure coursing through you as she begins to stroke up and down in a slow, sensual rhythm.

You close your eyes, arching your back as she takes control of the situation. She's so skilled with her hands, it's almost enough to make you come right then and there. But you want more; you want to feel her mouth on you, sucking and teasing every inch of your hardness.

You feel the warmth of her breath against the head of your cock as she leans forward, taking the tip into her mouth. Her tongue swirls around the sensitive skin, tracing circles as she begins to suck gently. You groan, throwing your head back against the couch as she takes more of you into her mouth, stretching her lips wider.

She continues to pleasure you with both hands and mouth, expertly working every inch of your length until you're sure you can't last much longer. When she finally takes all of you deep into her throat, your hips buck up off the couch, and you explode, shooting rope after rope of hot cum down her throat as she moans around you.

You collapse back onto the couch, panting heavily as she pulls away, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at you with a mixture of relief and satisfaction in her eyes, and for a moment, you feel like you could stay here forever; just enjoying the afterglow of your shared passion and desire.

As Misha gets inside the car, she can't help but marvel at the luxury of the limousine. She takes a seat, still feeling a bit disbelieving of her surroundings. The ride to Martin's place is silent, with Misha lost in thought about her situation, while Martin drives carefully and thoughtfully.

Once they arrive at Martin's place, he helps Misha out of the car and leads her inside. The house is spacious and modern, with comfortable furniture and warm lighting.

Misha follows Martin upstairs, appreciative of his hospitality. Once in the bedroom, she thanks him and starts to undress to get ready for a bath. Her clothes look ragged and dirty, covered in smudges of dirt and grime. She notices fresh bruises and scratches on her skin, especially on her knees and elbows.

Shaking her head ruefully, she steps into the large bathroom and turns on the taps, filling the tub. As the water runs, she examines herself in the mirror.