I took a deep breath and was like, "Max, I have to tell you something... I'm low-key obsessed with your body." His eyes got so wide. So I just went for it. "I fantasize about you. About your dick inside me." The vibe was so tense, I was shook. But then he leaned in, his voice all husky, and was like, "Show me." OMG. I climbed onto his lap, grinding my hips against the hard bulge in his shorts, moaning into his neck. I guided his hand under my shirt, and when his fingers found my clit, I almost lost it. This is so wrong, but it feels so right.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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