My Steamy Story: Gowri is a small town , traditional and ...

My Story Time:

Okay, so full tea, bestie. I, Gowri, was so done with my small-town life. Mumbai was the dream, and this job was my golden ticket. So when Rahul, this 50-year-old CEO with major f-boy energy, told me the job was mine if I did… everything… I was shook. I slapped him, told him I wasn't that kind of girl, period. But the whole day, my ambition was just screaming louder than my morals.

By 7:59 PM, my desires totally won. I showed up at his boujee apartment in this long, flowy skirt, feeling like a whole fraud. Underneath? Just a fire red bra and these cute pink polka dot panties hiding my virgin pussy. My heart was literally going to yeet itself out of my chest.

He opened the door, looked me up and down with this smirk and was like, "I knew you'd come." OOF. He led me to his bedroom, his hands already on my waist, pulling me close. I was trembling AF as he slowly pushed my skirt down. He saw my bra and whispered, "So traditional on the outside, so spicy underneath."

Then his fingers hooked into the waistband of my panties. "Let's see what's mine," he growled, and ripped them right off. I gasped, my bare cunt totally exposed to him for the first time. He shoved two fingers inside me, and I cried out—it hurt, but it also felt so fucking good. "You're so tight," he moaned, working his fingers in and out. "This virgin pussy is finally going to get what it needs."

I was literally seeing stars, my body betraying all my principles, and I knew I was finna lose my virginity right there. No cap, it was the biggest, most terrifying glow-up of my life.