Plain
He was a nation. Turkey had told you that. But you he still had insisted on you calling him Sadiq.
You were a normal human. How could a nation supposed to fall in love with a human? You, as the innocent and dreamy person you were, fell in an instant for his charms. But him? For you?
And such a plain, little human you were.
But as his soft fingertips caressed your body, moans escaping from both of your mouths, you forgot everything, giving in to the passion.
With his gorgeous tanned body moving along with yours, you felt like the least plain person in the world.
