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My Story Time:

"So, bestie, let me spill the spicy tea about this iconic AF shift I worked last night. Low-key, I was already over serving these boujee-ass customers, but then this simp walks in with main character energy, like he owns the place. Bet. So I strut over in my tan pantyhose—drip on point—and hit him with the, 'Can I help you? Or would you rather go in the kitchen and suck my pussy through these pantyhose?' Sheesh, his face?! Shook. But no cap, he followed me like a lost puppy.

Back in the kitchen, I immediately knee him in the balls—hard—and he oofs, doubling over. 'You like that, perv?' I sneer, kicking him again while he’s down. 'Say yes.' He’s whimpering, but his dick is totally hard, which, mood, because watching him suffer is doing it for me. 'Suck my tits now,' I demand, shoving his face into my chest. He’s desperate, tongue lashing my nipples through the fabric, and I yeet him back to the floor just to kick him again. 'Take this, you pathetic little—' BAM. Another kick. His groans are filthy, and I’m soaked.

Finally, I straddle him, grinding my pantyhoes-covered pussy on his cock. 'Guess what? I’m gonna fuck you and keep kicking you,' I growl. Big yikes for him, but GOAT night for me. Period."