My Steamy Story: Here I am. hey babe... nice tits (...

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Okay, bestie, I'm gonna spill the tea. So there I am, leaning against this cold-ass brick wall, my new tits practically spilling out of this cheap top, and this guy is hitting me with the whole 'you look like trash' vibe. Big yikes, but also… low-key a turn on? I told him, yeah, I'm a working girl, period. And when he got all 'oh my god you kiss random guys?' I was like, duh. But then he got all shy, and I was ready to just give him a cheap handjob and call it a night.

But then, sheesh. He starts asking all these questions about my past, about the tattoo on my lower back and the whole swallowing thing, and I'm getting all in my feels. I was trying to keep it together, but honestly? It was a mood. Then he drops the bomb. He goes, 'Hearing you use that word just made my cock become very stiff.' And OMG, I felt it, no cap. A rock-hard dick pressing against my palm through his jeans.

My pussy got wet AF, right then and there. I squeezed him and offered a blowjob, but he had to go and ask the number. I told him over three hundred, bracing for the 'slut' clapback. And he did it. Called me a cheap slut. It stung, but it also… fuck, it lit something up inside me. I was so done with the talking.

So when he finally said, 'i want to kiss you,' I didn't even hesitate. I grabbed the front of his shirt, pulled him into the dark alley, and slammed my lips against his. I shoved my tongue in his mouth, tasting him, and he groaned like he was starving for it. I guided his hand right under my skirt, no panties, and pressed his fingers against my soaked cunt. "You wanted to know how many?" I gasped against his lips, guiding his fingers inside me. "Stop talking and just fucking feel it." He was trembling, and I was dripping, and for a second, it wasn't transactional. It was just raw, desperate need. I was gonna make him forget his own name.