The glory of the game

The Muslim girl, wearing a pink hijab and ripped white clothes, stood trembling after a passionate night of intimacy. Her oiled skin glistened under the soft glow of the arcade gaming hall's neon lights. The object of her desire had left, but she felt a sense of fulfillment and excess cum leaking out of her trembling body. The glory wall, a vintage vending machine, now displayed her photo with a caption that spoke of her adventure and the sticky evidence of their encounter. She leaned against the stand-alone full-height metal box, realizing her hips were still stuck in the round hole of the arcade machine, a permanent reminder of her night of passion.