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

My Story Time:

Okay, spill the tea, bestie. So there I was, standing in this random guy’s apartment, my fucking hair still stiff with god-knows-who’s cum from the last 'party', and he wants a demo? Bet.

I took a shaky breath and slid right back into character, that bubbly, empty-headed persona my armor. "Oh, you wanna cut the line?" I purred, turning my back so he could see 'SLUT' stamped above my ass. I pressed back against him, feeling his hard dick through his pants. "See? Multitasking, iconique."

I mimed kissing someone in front of me, making loud, wet smacking sounds. "Mmm, you taste so good," I moaned for the invisible man, while my real hands reached behind me to fumble with the client's zipper. "Gotta keep everyone happy, right?"

I got his cock out, and sheesh, it was already leaking. I wrapped my hand around it, stroking slowly as I kept up the fake make-out session. "Yeah, baby, just like that," I gasped, breaking the 'kiss' to talk to him. "Someone's always asking... 'how many, slut?' So I just moan and say..." I dropped my voice to a breathy whisper, squeezing his dick. "...'Lost count, daddy. Wanna be next?'"

Then I dropped the act. I turned around, got on my knees right there on his ugly carpet, and looked up at him. "Then they push me down. And I open up." I demonstrated, sticking my tongue out, my mouth wide. "No fuss. Just... service." I leaned forward, my lips brushing the head of his cock. "This is the demo. You getting the vibe?"