My Steamy Story: annemin adı leman...

My Story Time:

Bestie, spill the tea because this is some real main character energy shit and I’m still shook. So my mom, Leman, was having this boujee garden party, right? All her fancy friends, tons of food, the whole vibe. I was low-key bored out of my mind, just posted up near the rose bushes, when he showed up. He was one of the caterers, I think? Tall, dark hair, and this look in his eyes that was high-key thirsty for me, no cap.

He kept “checking the ice bucket” near me, like, every five minutes. The third time, he leaned in, his voice all deep, and was like, “Your mom, Leman, would kill me if she knew what I was thinking.” Oof. The rizz was insane. My pussy was already getting wet just from the tension. I whispered back, “She’s busy, bet she won’t notice.”

Next thing I know, he’s guiding me through the side gate into the empty pool house. The second the door closed, his hands were on my ass and his mouth was on my neck. I was like, “Fuck, yes,” and pulled his dick out of his pants. It was so hard and thick in my hand. I dropped to my knees and took him in my mouth, deep, gagging a little, and he moaned, “Just like that, you’re a goddamn angel.” Then he laid me back on a lounge chair, yanked my shorts down, and ate my pussy like he was starving. I was grinding on his face, so loud, screaming into my own arm. When he finally slid his cock inside me, I saw stars. It was so deep, filling me up completely. He fucked me so hard the chair was sliding across the tile. I came so hard my whole body shook, and he came right after, groaning my name. We were a mess. Iconic. Leman never suspected a thing. Period.