My Steamy Story: i slid my fingers...

My Story Time:

Okay, so story time, bestie. I was at this boujee rooftop party, feeling my main character energy, when I spotted him across the bar – total zaddy vibes, no cap. We were vibing hard, and he invited me back to his place. The second the Uber door closed, the tension was so thick, I could barely breathe. His hand was on my thigh, and I was already dripping. So I just… went for it. I slid my fingers under the waistband of his stupidly expensive jeans, my knuckles brushing against the hard line of his dick through his boxers. He let out this low groan and was like, “Fuck, you’re impatient,” and I just whispered, “You have no idea.” I kept my hand there, feeling him get harder and thicker with every second, my own pussy throbbing in time with his pulse. I was so wet for him, it was honestly a little embarrassing, but the way he was looking at me? Iconic. Sheesh.