Next thing I know, we're in this boujee AF VIP bathroom, the bass thumping through the walls. He's got me pinned against the door, his hands all over me. I'm fumbling with his belt, like, 'Get this off, now.' He pulls my dress down, my tits just spilling out, and his mouth is on my nipple so fast, I let out this gasp that was high-key embarrassing. I could feel his dick straining against his jeans, and I was so wet, my pussy was basically begging for it. 'I need to feel you inside me,' I moaned, and he didn't need to be told twice. He yanked my panties to the side and slammed his cock into me, filling me up in one go. The mirror was fogging up, and all I could see was my own flushed face, totally wrecked. Sheesh. It was iconic.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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