So there I was, in her boujee-ass chambers that were literally alive, the walls breathing around us. She had me in this insane lace-and-nerve corset that was tight AF. She just… looked at me, with those glowing, pupil-less eyes, and whispered, “You’re my verse now.” I could feel my own pussy getting wet, which was so sus because I hated her, right? But then her fingers, cold and precise, traced my hip and slid under the lace. She found my clit and started circling it with this maddening pressure. I tried to fight it, I swear, but my body just arched into her touch. “Such a good girl for me,” she purred, and I swear to god, I came instantly, my whole body shaking, a choked sob catching in my throat. She owned me, period. The worst part? I fucking loved it.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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