My Story Time:

OMG, bestie, buckle up because this is about to be the wildest tea you’ve ever sipped. So, picture this: I’m in the middle of this war-torn city, vibing like some tragic anime heroine (iykyk), when he appears—this tall, mysterious Black man with eyes darker than my ex’s soul. And let me tell you, his rizz was lethal.

One second, I’m gripping my sword, ready to throw hands, and the next? His voice slithers into my brain like honey—“You don’t need that. You don’t even need to remember me.” And poof, my mind goes fuzzy AF. My arms drop, my pussy aches, and suddenly all I know is I need him.

He closes the distance, fingers tracing my jaw, and whispers, “Mmm, good girl.” My clit throbs like it’s got its own heartbeat, and when his other hand slips under my skirt, I gasp. “Shh… you won’t recall this tomorrow.” The audacity. But his thumb circles my clit through my panties, and—oof—my knees buckle.

Next thing? I’m pressed against rubble, skirt hiked, his thick cock sliding into me from behind. “Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls, and I’m dripping, moaning like a simp. Every thrust makes my tits bounce, and my brain’s too foggy to care. He owns me.

Then—big yikes—he cums deep, and whispers, “Forget.” And just like that? I wake up alone, confused… but so fucking wet. Period. 👑