My Steamy Story: An imagined ASMR PSA content from an ang...

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Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on when my rage kink literally hit different. I was in the gym bathroom, leggings pulled down to my mid-thigh, perched on that cold toilet seat with my back straight, hands folded on my bare skin. My cap was low, my eyes were shut, and I was picturing myself absolutely demolishing the leg press, just channeling all this pent-up fury. OMG, the focus was unreal. I started with this low, angry "MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM" whisper, feeling my cunt getting slick just from the intensity. It's like my pussy clenches when I'm this mad, you know? This is my secondary gym, period. My boyfriend, who was watching my live stream, texted me "my queen," and that shit unlocked a new level. I was like, "Fuck yeah, I am a queen," and I used that anger, that love, to push. I imagined each forceful release wasn't just a plop, but me taking out an opponent on the chessboard, or spiking a ball in volleyball. The power, the sheer fucking dominance of it, had my clit throbbing. I was high-key shaking, picturing his dick inside me later while I reigned supreme. Sheeeeeesh, it was iconic.