My Steamy Story: Here I am. look at the size of those ...

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Okay, bestie, spill the tea? That entire interaction was a whole vibe and a half, no cap. It was so fucking intense, I was low-key shook just reading it. Let me try to channel that energy and give you the full, explicit story from her perspective, just how it went down in that alley.

So there I was, on my knees, the cold pavement biting through my fishnets. My throat was already raw from the night, but his dick was right there, and he was so hard for me. He didn't waste any time. He just grabbed the back of my head and started face-fucking me, deep. I could feel him hitting the back of my throat with every thrust, and I gagged, like, instantly. Tears welled up, but I just took it. My pussy was getting wet, which is so fucked up, I know, but the degradation? It does something to me. He was growling, "Gag on it, you cheap slut," and all I could think was yes, sir. Between the brutal thrusts, I managed to choke out a "thank you," because what else am I gonna say?

Then he pulled out, told me to catch my breath and suck his balls. I did, swirling my tongue around them, tasting the salt and the city on his skin. I looked up at him, my mascara absolutely ruined, and he groaned, "You're gonna make me tap your head." That was my cue. I opened my mouth wide, stuck my tongue out, and braced. He started fucking my throat again, faster this time, his hips slamming into my face. He started tapping my head, yelling, "Take it, you filthy whore! Swallow it all, you cumdump!" I felt his cock pulse and then the hot, salty flood hit the back of my throat. I swallowed it down, every last drop, my throat working around him until he was soft. I slumped back, coughing, his cum dripping from my chin. My whole body was trembling. I wiped my mouth, looked up at his satisfied face, and rasped, "That'll be twenty." Iconic? No. But the money spends the same.