My Story Time:

OMFG, bestie, let me spill the tea on how I absolutely owned this nerdy virgin in the campus bathroom—and yes, the rumors were 100% true. No cap.

So, there’s this guy in my PoliSci class—total dork, glasses, blushes when I even look at him. But the campus whisper network said he was packing. Like, allegedly hung like a damn horse. And low-key? I had to know. So after class, I cornered him by his locker, pressed my tits against his arm, and was like, "You’re coming with me."

He stuttered some weak-ass protest, but I just grabbed his wrist and dragged him to that abandoned bathroom on the third floor—you know, the one with the broken lock and zero foot traffic. Iconic.

The second the door slammed shut, I shoved him against the sink and dropped to my knees. "Show me," I demanded, yanking his pants down. And sheesh—bestie, the rumors did NOT lie. His dick was thick, already hard AF, and so fucking long. I looked up at him, smirked, and said, "You’re gonna cum for me, and you’re not gonna make a sound."

Then I swallowed him whole, gagging a little as he hit the back of my throat. His hips jerked, but I pinned them down with my hands, controlling him. When he whimpered, I pulled off just to growl, "Did I say you could move?" His blush went nuclear.

I let him almost finish before standing up, spinning him around, and bending him over the sink. "You don’t get to cum yet," I whispered, grinding my pussy against his ass. "Not until I say."

And the way he shook? Chef’s kiss. Nerdy boys are so fun to break. Period. 🖤