COVID

My Story Time:

Content Warning: Non-consensual acts.

Okay, bestie, buckle the fuck up because this is some dark tea—iykyk, COVID lockdown had us all going feral, and I was not immune. So my neighbor, Rose? 19, tiny, always in that iconic zebra tank top and tight-ass boxers that clung to her little bubble butt like damn. She was cute, but low-key sus—always giving me side-eye when I’d smoke on the balcony.

One night, I was bored, high-key pent-up, and her light was still on. No cap, something just snapped. I barged in—no knock, no nothing—and this bitch froze. She was sitting on her bed, phone in hand, and oof, the way her eyes went wide? Shook.

"W-What the fuck—" she tried, but I was already on her, pinning her wrists. She screamed, thrashed, but, bestie? That just made me wetter. Her tiny tits pressed against me, those perky nipples hard under that flimsy tank. I yanked it down, mouth on her before she could beg, and god, she tasted so good. Sweet, like she’d been eating strawberries.

"Stop—please—" she sobbed, but her body? Betrayed her. Her pussy was soaked through those boxers, and when I slid a finger in? She arched, whimpering. "Nggak—" but her hips bucked, desperate. I laughed, whispered, "Lihat, kamu suka," and damn, she hated how right I was.

Flipped her over, stripped her bare—clit swollen, cunt dripping. She cried into the sheets as I fucked her with my fingers, then my strap. "Aduh—!" she shrieked, but her back arched, taking it deeper. By the time she came? She wasn’t screaming for help. She was screaming my name.

Lockdown was wild, y’all. Period.