ginger returns a empty wallet

Story Script:

NARRATOR: Ginger lounged on the hotel bed, her fingers tracing lazy circles on her thigh as she spoke into the phone.

GINGER: Girl, let me tell you about the *wildest* night I had last time I was alone at a hotel.

NARRATOR: She bit her lip, remembering.

GINGER: So, this guy—total fucking stranger—dropped his wallet in the parking lot. Found it, told the front desk to send him to my room if he asked.

NARRATOR: Her voice dropped lower, breath hitching.

GINGER: And oh my *God*, when he knocked? Tall, rough hands, hungry fucking eyes. I opened that door, and he didn’t even ask—just grabbed my hip and pushed me inside.

NARRATOR: She moaned softly, legs shifting.

GINGER: He slammed me against the wall, ripped my panties off—just *tore* them—and his fingers were in my pussy before I could blink. Fuck, he *owned* me.

NARRATOR: Her breath came faster.

GINGER: Then he bent me over the bed, spanked me *hard*, and shoved his dick in—no warning, just *filled* me. I came *twice* before he even started pounding me.

NARRATOR: She whimpered, fingers slipping between her thighs.

GINGER: He pulled my hair, called me a bad girl, fucked me raw until I *screamed*. Came all over his cock, and he *still* didn’t stop.

NARRATOR: A shaky exhale.

GINGER: Next time, you better *lose* your damn wallet, ‘cause I’m still soaked just *thinking* about it.