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Okay, so full tea, bestie? When he said it, that "cheap slut" just hanging in the air? OMG, it was like a lightning bolt to my clit. I was low-key shook, but also my pussy got so wet, so fast. The disrespect was giving main character energy in the worst—and best—way.

I didn’t even clap back. I just grabbed his cock through his jeans—it was already a solid, thick line—and yanked him into the alley. My back hit the cold brick, and I crushed my lips to his. “You wanna kiss it?” I mumbled against his mouth, my tongue sliding in deep. I tasted cheap beer and pure fucking lust.

My other hand dove into his boxers, my fingers wrapping around his bare dick. I squeezed, no cap, just like he asked, feeling his hips jerk. I pulled back, gasping. “Yeah, I take it in the ass,” I breathed into his ear, my voice all husky. “But that’s bougie as hell. You’re gonna have to simp for it.” I started stroking him, my fist moving up and down his shaft, my thumb rubbing the slick head. “This the vibe? Getting your dick worked by some trashy skank?” I was so fucking turned on, I could feel my own cunt throbbing, begging to be filled. The whole thing was so toxic and so iconic. Sheesh.