Maggies massage turned to fucking

My Story Time:

"Okay, besties, buckle the fuck up because this is about to be TOO SPICY. So, Seth—my roommate, total hottie, low-key been thirsting after him since he moved in—has this thing where he always finds a reason to touch me. Like, sus AF, but I’m not complaining. Anyway, one night I’m like, ‘Hey Seth, my back is killing me, can you give me a massage?’ And this man? This man looks me dead in the eyes and goes, ‘Only if you take your shirt off.’ ICONIC. No cap, I was already soaking my panties. So I strip down to just a little bralette, lay on my stomach, and the second his hands touch my skin? Sheesh.

He starts slow, but his thumbs are digging into my lower back, and I can feel his dick getting hard against my ass. I let out this little moan—like, ‘Mmm, right there,’—and he groans into my ear, ‘Fuck, Maggie, you’re gonna be the death of me.’ Then his hands slide around to my tits, and I flip over so quick, our faces are inches apart. His eyes are dark as hell, and I just whisper, ‘You wanna fuck me instead?’

Y’ALL. This man yeeted my panties off like they owed him money. Next thing I know, his mouth is on my clit, and I’m arching off the bed, screaming, ’SETH, OH MY GOD.’ He’s got that rizz, bestie, because before I can even catch my breath, he’s sliding his cock into me, deep, and I’m seeing stars. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer, and he’s grunting, ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, I can’t stop.’ And I don’t want him to.

We go at it for what feels like hours—him pounding into me, me clawing at his back, both of us sweaty AF—until I’m shaking, begging for him to fill me up. And when he finally does? Big yikes for my sheets, but main character energy for me, because now? Now he’s addicted. Period."