Best to leave while you're ahead

You let the dick-girl's hips down as your cock throbs again while you eye her giant meat bags on her chest. A third time, really? You shake the primal thoughts from your head and take a stand, literally as you stand up. With your jeans ripped beyond repair you step out of the tattered remains. You go to walk away but the sex-fiend grabs your leg with her arms and encasing it in her tits.

"Look we had some fun together, I get that, but now it's time for me to go." You say, trying to pry your leg free however her grip remains solid. You crouch down and face her, her bright green eyes cling to you with a sadness hidden behind them. You gently stroke her mangled hair and whisper, "it's okay, we can see each other again. I'll have to come back to town at some point." She sniffs your body again.

Why am I getting hung up over an infected. Come on man, pull yourself together. With an audible sigh you quickly tug your leg free, her chest bounces on her tits as she reaches out desperately trying to hold you again. You throw her your torn underwear. "See you around... Eros." You nod, satisfied at the pet name, then turn and leave.

You head back to the radio shop but find it completely empty. Stepping back out into the open mall sends a shiver down your back, with your arousal fading the chill of autumn catches up with your half naked body. You spot a clothing store and jog over with your junk on full view. Swiftly snatching up a fresh pair of jeans and underwear you put them on and head to the escalators to go down.

* Ground floor.

Heading back through the door to the car park the sound of muffled talking can be heard. "Pick up yer bleedin' phone will ya!" An oddly comforting Scottish woman grumbles. You pat your new pockets and then face palm. I left my phone in my other clothes...

"Sorry guys. That's my bad." You say coming around the corner. Without a second to react Hina slams into you in the quickest and tightest hug you've ever felt.

"What happened? Are you hurt?" She asks, her voice muffled as she speaks into your shoulder. You cup the back of her head and stroke her silky, long brown hair.

"I'm alright. I dropped my phone and couldn't go back for it." You lie. "I lured them all up a floor and when I went back you guys weren't there so I came back down."

"Well ya had us fucking worried bout ya. Next time keep yer damn phone handy..." Brooke's tone takes a softer turn. "But I'm glad that ya got back in one piece." A smile fills your face which brings her stern gaze back and with it a firm but gentle punch to your other arm, that Hina isn't wrapped in. "Yeah, yeah. Don't let it get to yer head. I've gotta scram and get my dad his chicken soup, cause he's sure as hell gonna need it to get better."

"Do you need a ride back?"

"Nah, I'm parked outside." She hands you the phone and waves over her shoulder. "See ya around Michael, Hina." You watch as her heart-shaped ass sways with every step of her long golden brown legs.

"I can't wait..." You murmur quietly. Hina steps back eventually, her eyes red and puffy with tears drying on her cheeks.

"I thought- When you didn't pick up- I was so scared." She cries openly. You pull her in for another hug, this time you actually hug her with both arms and rest your head next to her's.

"I promise you I won't leave you. Even if I have to face over one hundred of them, I will always come back." Her hug tightens again. "What do you say we go to your place and get you a change of clothes?"