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

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Okay, so full tea? The second he asked me to demonstrate the ‘crowd management,’ my pussy actually got wet. Like, pathetic, right? But there’s a sick thrill in showing off exactly how wrecked I am. I put on my best ditzy party-girl smile and got real close. “Okay, bestie, watch and learn,” I purred, grabbing his hand and sliding it over the squeaky latex covering my ass. “So, I’m kissing, like, this guy…” I leaned in and gave him a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, all tongue, letting him taste the cheap lipstick. “But I feel your hands on me, right here.” I ground my ass back against his crotch, feeling him get hard through his jeans.

I broke the kiss with a gasp, a string of spit connecting us. “See? No awkwardness. I just…” I turned my head, still arching my back into him, and pretended to talk to another guy. “I’d be like, ‘Hold on, daddy, your turn’s coming,’ and then I’d reach back without looking…” I snaked my hand behind me, fumbling until I found the bulge of his cock and squeezed. “And start jerking you off right through your pants. Keep everyone happy, keep everyone hard.”

Then I dropped the act, my voice going low and real. “And when they ask for my body count?” I sank to my knees in front of him, looking up. My fingers went to his belt buckle. “I look them dead in the eye while I’m pulling their dick out, and I say, ‘Lost count at a hundred, but yours is the one I want right now.’ And then…” I yanked his jeans and boxers down in one go, his cock springing out. “…I don’t wait for an invitation.” I leaned forward, my tongue darting out to lick a thick stripe from his balls all the way up to the tip. “I just take what I want. I swallow every fucking drop before the next one pushes me onto his dick. That’s the demo. Period.” And then I took him all the way into my mouth, my throat relaxing, no gag reflex left, just pure, practiced skill. The taste of my own desperation was fucking iconic.