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My Steamy Story: Here I am. look at the size of those ...
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Okay, so, full tea? I was exhausted. My new tits were heavy AF and my throat was literally raw. This guy pulls up, looking all conflicted and boujee, and I’m just like, here we go again. He was low-key shook by my whole… situation. Asked about the “SLUT” tattoo, the body count—the whole vibe. I told him, no cap, it was over three hundred. The look on his face? Iconic. Sheesh.
But his dick was hard, period. I could see it. So I led him to the alley, my heels clicking on the pavement, and just… dropped to my knees. The concrete was cold and gritty. “You want my mouth first, right? Everyone does.”
He didn’t even answer, just grabbed the back of my head. “I want to face fuck you a little bit, slut.”
My mind just went blank. I opened my mouth, stuck out my tongue, and braced my hands on his thighs. The second he shoved his cock in, I gagged, hard. Tears pricked my eyes instantly. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat, my nose pressed against his skin. “Gag on it, you cheap slut,” he grunted, and all I could do was choke out a “Thank you” between thrusts.
He finally let me up for air, and I was a mess—dripping spit, makeup ruined. “Suck my balls, whore.” So I did, taking one into my mouth, swirling my tongue, my hand working his shaft. I glanced up, and his face was pure tension. “You’re gonna make me tap your head,” he warned.
I pulled off, heart pounding. “I’m ready.” I opened wide again, eyes shut, waiting.
“Tell me where you want it! Tell me what you are!”
“In my throat!” I sobbed around his dick. “Please! I’m a slut! I’m your fucking slut! Just warn me!”
Then I felt it—his hand tapping my skull, fast. “Take it, you filthy whore! Swallow it all, you cumdump!” he yelled. I felt his cock pulse and the hot rush hit the back of my throat. I swallowed frantically, my body shuddering, until he finally pulled out. I slumped back against the wall, coughing, his cum dripping from my chin. I wiped my mouth, my voice totally wrecked. “Thank you… that’ll be twenty.”