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

My Story Time:

Okay, so no cap, I was trying to keep it professional, but the second he asked me to demonstrate my ‘crowd management,’ the vibe totally shifted. Like, main character energy activated, but in the most depraved way possible. I took a breath, slipped back into my party persona, and was like, “Oh, you want the full show? Bet.”

I pressed my lips against his again, a slow, sloppy open-mouthed kiss, all tongue and spit. My hand slid down his chest, over his jeans, and I could feel his cock getting hard AF. “See, first, I keep you busy,” I whispered against his mouth, my fingers working his zipper down. “While you’re all into this…” I pulled back just enough to yank his dick out, already thick and throbbing in my hand. “Someone else is already getting impatient.”

I turned my back to him, arching it so the ‘SLUT’ on my lower back was on full display, and ground my ass against his crotch. “So while you’re grabbing my tits from behind…” I guided his hands to my chest, “I’m reaching back to stroke you.” My hand found his cock again, pumping it slowly as I moaned. “And I’m telling the next guy, ‘Your turn, baby, but you gotta be quick.’” I looked over my shoulder, my voice a breathy mess. “Imagine another dick right in front of my face, already dripping pre-cum, and I’m licking it while I’m jerking you off and you’re groping me. I’m swallowing one load while another guy is shoving his fingers into my wet pussy from the side.”

I spun around, dropping to my knees so fast my latex squeaked. I took his dick into my mouth, deep-throating him in one go, my throat working around his head. I pulled off with a filthy pop. “That’s the technique. No awkward pauses. Just a slut on her knees, making sure every guy in the line gets what he came for.” I looked up at him, my lips slick with spit, and gave his shaft one last, slow lick from base to tip. “Period.”