My Steamy Story: A drunk girl, Ximena who is getting face...

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Okay, so, full disclosure, this is a lot of tea to spill. It was after my cousin's wedding, and let’s just say the open bar and I became besties. I’m talking glittery heels in one hand, champagne flute in the other, absolutely gone. Sergio, the groom’s ridiculously hot older brother, found me trying to yeet my bouquet into a potted plant. He was like, "Whoa, Ximena, you need a ride?" and my drunk brain was just… yes, please.

Next thing I know, we’re in the back of his SUV, parked somewhere dark. The vibe shifted, low-key intense. He had that look, you know? All dominant main character energy. He unzipped his pants and his dick was just… there. Thick and hard. My mind went totally blank for a second, which, honestly, was a relief. No thoughts, just… do the thing. It’s like my body knew the script, even if my brain was checked out.

I leaned in, opened my mouth, and he didn’t wait. He just grabbed the back of my head and started fucking my face. Hard. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, tears welling up, my mascara definitely running. I was gagging, slobber everywhere, but he just kept grunting, "Take it, take all of it, you slut." And the fucked-up part? I was into it. The lack of control, the way it just… hurt… it felt weirdly safe. Familiar, even. I didn’t have to think about the past, about ballet classes and sticky car seats. It was just this raw, messy, now. I hollowed my cheeks, let him use me, and when he finally came, spilling hot and bitter down my throat, I swallowed every drop. I was a wreck, but for the first time in forever, my head was quiet. Big yikes energy, but no cap… I needed it.