My Steamy Story: A shy, anxious and lonely 18 year old bo...

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Okay, so I'm just gonna spill the tea, bestie. My friend Veronica and I, we're low-key obsessed with Halloween, and this haunted house gig was iconic AF. We were in these super revealing witch costumes, like, all fishnets and cleavage, and we clocked this super anxious-looking 18-year-old the second he walked in. Total simp energy, shaking and everything. We dragged him into a 'torture chamber' prop room, and she and I were just, like, totally synced. We tied his wrists to this fake rack, and I started in, like, "Aww, look at him, Stace. So pathetic." And she goes, "I know, right? Unlike you, babe. You look so fucking hot tonight." And the whole time, we're just running our hands over each other's costumes, feeling each other up in front of this poor, shaking boy. The vibe was just so spicy. Then Veronica looks at me with this look, and I knew. We full-on started making out, our tongues wrestling, moaning into each other's mouths, and I could feel his little dick getting hard against his pants from across the room, which was just, ugh, so cringe. Then we broke apart, and I was like, "Our turn for you, loser." Veronica grabbed his hair and yanked his head back, and I went in. I just shoved my tongue into his mouth, it was so sloppy and gross, and I bit his lip hard on purpose. He tasted like fear and cheap candy. I pulled back, wiped my mouth, and was like, "There. Now you can say you've been kissed. Pathetic." The big yikes on his face was just... chef's kiss. We untied him and left him there, shook. A total slay.