My Steamy Story: emel beyaz tenli sarışın bir kız ark...

My Story Time:

Okay bestie, pour the wine because I’m about to spill the tea, no cap. My girl Aslı’s husband Murat has always been low-key fine, and I’m high-key a simp for his whole vibe. He’s got these dark eyes and this quiet confidence that just… sheesh. I’m this pale blonde, and I knew my look was his type, so I just had to bide my time.

Last Friday, Aslı was out of town, and I “accidentally” stopped by their boujee apartment to return a book. I wore this tiny little silk slip dress, no bra, because I’m extra like that. When he opened the door, his eyes went straight to my hard nipples. I was like, “Oops, so sorry to bother you!” with my best main character energy.

He invited me in for a drink, and the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. Next thing I know, his hand is on my thigh. I leaned in and whispered, “Aslı doesn’t have to know, right?” and then I was on my knees, pulling his dick out of his pants. It was so big, and I just went for it, deep-throating him like a total stan. He was moaning my name, his fingers tangled in my blonde hair, and I was so wet I could feel my pussy dripping. He flipped me over on the couch, slid my panties to the side, and just went in. The way his cock filled me up was iconic, and I was screaming, “Yes, Murat, fuck me!” OOF. He came inside me, and let me tell you, the clapback when Aslı finds out is gonna be epic. Period.