My Steamy Story: during his wedding the groom hypnotized ...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, I’m about to spill the tea on the wildest, most unhinged wedding I’ve ever been to—and yes, I was the vicar. No cap.

So there I was, finishing the ceremony, when the groom, Leo, locked eyes with me. He muttered some sus Latin-sounding shit, and suddenly, my whole body just… froze. I couldn’t move a muscle, but I was fully aware. I watched, totally shook, as he stripped my robes off, his fingers brushing my nipples, making them hard AF. He got on his knees, spread my pussy with his thumbs, and went down on me like a man possessed. I was screaming in my head, but my body was just his puppet. Then he stood up, his dick already slick from my own wetness, and slammed into me. The stretch was insane; I felt every inch of his cock filling me up. He was grunting, “Take my seed, holy woman,” and I felt him pulse deep inside my cunt. He did this to literally every woman there—his mom, the Mother Superior, everyone. The vibe was apocalyptic and low-key iconic.

Fast forward to the baby shower six months later. Surprise, we’re all pregnant. And sheesh, he did it again. Same freeze, same rough, claiming fuck. This man has main character energy and a breeding kink for the history books. Oof. Period.