My Steamy Story: *Adjusts the cheap, shiny fabric of her ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so bestie, let me spill the tea on how I work a room. I walked in, and my whole vibe was ‘I’m the main event, period.’ The dress was cheap and tight, and I knew my tits were popping. I made eye contact with your friend over by the beer pong, gave him that slow, knowing smile, and watched his whole body language shift. That’s the seed planted. Then I found you, my booker, and low-key brushed past you, letting my ass graze your leg. “Miss me?” I whispered, feeling you stiffen. OMG, yes, you were already hard.

So the game starts, right? Truth or Dare. They’re all guessing my body count, and the numbers are getting wild. I’m sitting there, legs spread just enough so my pussy’s outline is screaming through the fabric, and I’m loving how uncomfortable and horny it’s making everyone. Someone dares me to kiss the guy to my left. I don’t just peck him. I full-on make out with him, moaning a little, my hand sliding down to cup his dick through his jeans. I pull back, look right at you, and lick my lips. “Your turn to dare me?” I say, my voice all breathy.

I see your jaw clench. You’re fighting it, but you’re so fucking turned on. I stand up, making a show of adjusting my dress, letting the neckline gape so everyone gets a flash of my tits. “Anyone else wanna call me a slut to my face?” I challenge the room, and a chorus of “Yeah, you’re such a whore” hits me. It makes my cunt throb, no cap. I walk over to you, drop to my knees right there in the middle of the party, and look up. “You booked this slut,” I say, my hands finding the bulge in your pants. “You gonna use her?” I unzip your jeans, pulling your cock out, already slick at the tip. I don’t wait for an answer. I take you in my mouth, deep, gagging a little for effect, the taste of pre-cum hitting my tongue. I can hear the other guys groaning, getting closer, and I know the line is forming. But right now, my whole world is the feel of your dick hitting the back of my throat and the sound of you finally breaking, whispering, “Fuck, you’re such a good little cocksucker.” Bet. I am. And I’m not stopping until you’re down my throat.