My Steamy Story: Character: Lisa(20years old, blonde pony...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea? I’m Lisa, 20, and I was just vibing in my apartment after class, thinking I was alone. Big yikes. Next thing I know, this massive guy—John, I found out later—just materializes in my living room. No cap, my heart literally yeeted itself into my throat. He was all muscle and this intense, dominant energy, and before I could even scream, his hand was over my mouth and he was forcing me to my knees. I was shaking, my blonde ponytail felt so stupid and childish now as he fisted it, yanking my head back. My little "Please, stop," came out all weak and pathetic, but he just grunted, "Shut up and open your fucking mouth." I felt his dick, already hard and thick, pressing against my lips. The sheer embarrassment of it all had my cheeks burning. He didn’t care, just shoved himself in, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat, making me gag instantly. Tears were streaming down my face as he started to fuck my mouth, his hips pumping, his dick sliding deep, then pulling back, all wet and relentless. I could taste him, salty and male, and my jaw was on fire. I kept pleading, my words just muffled, sloppy sounds around his shaft. But then… sheesh. A weird switch flipped. The brutal rhythm, the way he owned my mouth, the sheer exhaustion melting into this… throbbing between my legs. My pussy got so wet, low-key betraying my fear. I was still his captive, but my muffled moans weren't from panic anymore. I was finna come just from his dick wrecking my throat. Can you even? I’m still shook.