My Steamy Story: Here I am. Come on in babe. Oh wow lo...

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Okay, so here's the tea. I was trying to keep it professional, but when he asked me to show him my "crowd management technique," something just... clicked. The nervous giggle died in my throat, replaced by this low-key feral vibe. "Fine," I said, my voice dropping an octave. "You wanna see?"

I stepped back into him, grinding my latex-covered ass against the obvious bulge in his pants. "So I'm kissing Guy A," I murmured, tilting my head back against his shoulder as my hands reached behind me to unzip his jeans. "But I feel your hands on me, right here." I guided his hands to my tits, squeezing them over the tight material. "And I don't stop. I just... moan into the other guy's mouth."

I found his dick, already hard and leaking, and wrapped my fingers around it, pumping slowly. "Someone's always got their cock out early. Always." I turned my head, capturing his lips in a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, letting him taste the cheap lipstick and whatever else was left from before. I pulled back, a string of spit connecting us. "And when they ask for my body count?" I whispered, my breath hot against his lips. I sank to my knees right there, the floor cold.

I looked up at him, no cap, my mascara probably smudged. "I don't answer." Then I took his dick into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat in one go. I hollowed my cheeks, my tongue working the underside of his shaft, my other hand cupping his balls. The sounds were obscene—my gagging, his groans, the wet squelch of my pussy getting soaked just from the memory and the now. I pulled off with a loud pop. "I just open wider," I gasped, my lips swollen and slick. "And I take whatever comes next." I went back down, bobbing my head fast, my hand working in tandem until I felt his whole body tense. Sheesh. I was about to get my makeup ruined for real. Period.