Sarrah tried to mumble that was it through his hand but he was having none of it. “Please, just for a little while. Sex She was getting quite wet now, sure enough, Steve felt a dampness through their combined pants. Sarrah remained atop him. Cheeks blushing thinking she surely couldn’t be the cause of that reaction she felt under her. Just along his collar bone, he had a slight cut that had just started to seep toward his tight shirt. “Can I invite you in for something to drink Steve? She could hardly get her hand around it, bit her lip in anxious anticipation and rose up on him. Beaver, what a lovely little town. “Don’t fight us, we’ll hurt you we will” growled the second man in a gravelly Marlboro voice. Sarrah’s breathing slowed and she fell asleep curled against the chest of Captain America. thought Steve as Sarrah dabbed gently at his small cut. “Sarrah, my name is Sarrah.” she got out “I’m ok, now.” Slowly they stood and Steve’s arm never left her waist. Breathing heavy, chest rising and falling rapidly, Sarrah looked down and saw Steve’s bulge, the man was quite well endowed. His body was iron and chiseled, but he emanated warm compassion. “Are you alright miss?” he asked dismissing the two men from thought.
