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

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea on what happened next. So I'm standing there, feeling totally exposed AF after he clocked the... situation in my hair. But when he asked for the demo, my work brain just clicked back on. Period.

I took a shaky breath and got into character. "Oh, you want a show? Bet."

I stepped right into his space, my back to his front just like I'd described. I grabbed his hands and put them on my latex-covered tits. "See? First guy gets the front," I murmured, grinding my ass against the hard bulge in his pants. I could feel his dick, thick and eager, through the fabric. "Gets him nice and worked up."

Then, I spun around, slow and deliberate, my fingers going straight to his belt. "But you gotta keep the line moving," I said, my voice dropping to a husky whisper as I got his cock out. OMG, sheesh, it was already leaking. I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a firm stroke. "So you give the next guy a taste."

I dropped to my knees right there, no hesitation. I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as I opened my mouth. "They always ask for the number," I said, my breath hot on his tip. "So you tell them." I took him deep into my throat, gagging a little for effect, then pulled off with a wet pop. "You say 'who's counting?' and you swallow before they can argue."

I went back down, taking him all the way, my nose buried in his pubes. I bobbed my head, my throat working, making sure he could hear every slurp and gasp. My other hand crept between my own legs, rubbing my clit through the tight latex. I was so fucking wet, high-key embarrassing but also a huge mood. I pulled off again, a string of spit and pre-cum connecting my lips to his dick. "Then you just... move to the next one," I panted, giving his cock one last, slow lick from base to tip. "Before they even know what hit them." I stayed on my knees, waiting for his next move, my pussy throbbing. The demo was, no cap, getting way too real.