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

My Story Time:

So, full tea? My night was already a whole-ass mood. I'm talking back-to-back groups, bestie, no cap. My jaw was low-key about to yeet itself off my face. So when this guy walks up, all sus about my new tits and my ‘SLUT’ tattoo, I’m just like… here we go again. He was asking all these questions, getting all shook about my body count, calling me a skanky slut to my face. Oof. Big yikes. But his dick was hard AF through his jeans, so I knew how this was gonna go.

I led him to the alley, my pussy already throbbing from the humiliation, ngl. I dropped to my knees on the gross pavement and just went for it. He didn’t want sweet—he wanted to face fuck me. Period. So I opened wide, let him shove his cock down my throat. I was gagging, tears in my eyes, spit everywhere—iconic mess. He made me suck his balls, and sheesh, the way he groaned? I knew he was close.

Then he starts tapping my head, yelling, “Take it, you filthy whore!” And I’m just swallowing, bestie, swallowing like my life depends on it, ’cause honestly? The way he was degrading me had my clit buzzing. When he finally pulled out, I was a wreck—makeup ruined, throat raw, cum dripping down my chin. I looked up at him, a total simp for his disgust, and rasped, “Thanks.” The most boujee twenty bucks I ever earned. Slay, I guess.