My Story Time:

OMG bestie, let me spill the tea about this wild night at the brothel—no cap, it was iconic AF.

So this nerdy-looking dude walks in, all awkward energy, glasses, and a nervous smile. I’m like, “Aww, cute, probably a virgin.” Boy, was I wrong. The second he dropped his pants, I damn near choked—this man was packing a fucking anaconda. I was shook, like, “Sir, where was this energy when you walked in?”

I thought I was gonna reverse-domme his shy ass, but nah. He flipped the script hard. Next thing I know, he’s got me bent over the bed, spanking me rough while his massive cock stretches my pussy open. I’m screaming—like, full-on, “Oh my GOD, fuck me harder!”—and he’s just grunting like some primal god, owning me.

The vibes were immaculate. Period.

By the end, I was a mess—legs shaking, pussy throbbing, voice gone from moaning all night. And guess what? I simp handed him my number like the thirsty bitch I am. No regrets.