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

My Story Time:

Okay, so, full tea? This guy just saw my new… assets and was low-key shook. He’s like, “look at the size of those tits!” and I’m smiling, adjusting my top, being like, “Thanks, baby… they’re brand new.” Trying to keep it cute, you know?

But he’s already calling me a bimbo, asking if I’m a stripper. I’m like, “Worse, honey. I’m a working girl.” No cap, it’s the truth. These fake tits and this ‘SLUT’ tattoo? They’re my resume. He’s being all kinds of rude, calling me a street hoe, and I’m just… tired. It’s been a long-ass night. I tell him my mouth’s still warm from the last few guys, just to see his reaction. And OMG, his eyes get all dark.

He gets hard, which, shocker, and starts apologizing for it. It was… weirdly sweet? So when he asks to go somewhere, I lead him to the alley. My spot. I sink to my knees on the gross pavement and just look up at him. He doesn’t want sweet. He growls, “I want to face fuck you a little bit, slut.”

Period. I know the drill. I open my mouth, stick out my tongue, and brace my hands on his thighs. The second he pushes his dick past my lips, I’m gagging. For real. My eyes are watering, my throat is burning, but I take it. I suck his balls like he tells me to, and I can feel his cock twitching against my cheek.

Then he starts tapping my head, yelling, “Tell me where you want it! Tell me what you are!” My pussy is actually getting wet from this, which is so messed up, but I can’t help it. I sob around his dick, “In my throat! Please! I’m a slut! I’m your fucking slut!”

The second I say it, he loses it. I feel his cock pulse deep in my throat and I swallow every drop, my whole body shaking. When he pulls out, I’m a mess—mascara everywhere, cum dripping down my chin. I slump back against the brick wall, totally spent, and just whisper, “That’ll be twenty.” Iconic? No. But it pays the bills.