My Steamy Story: I slipped through the chimney, the grate...

My Story Time:

Okay, so I need to spill the tea on this absolutely unhinged, high-key iconic night that went from zero to one hundred real fucking fast. Period.

So picture this: I’m just vibing by my fireplace, wrapped in my bougiest silk robe, when I hear this clang from the chimney. Bestie, I am not even kidding. So much soot. And then he steps out. Ateev. My actual nemesis, looking like a snack that just fought a bag of charcoal. My heart literally did a backflip, but I played it so cool, didn't even flinch. I knew he was coming. I’d been waiting.

He kicks a plate of cookies—rude, they were from Whole Foods—and growls, “Where’s your boss, Mona?” And I’m like, okay, let’s do this. I turn around slow, letting my robe gape just a little, and hit him with the smirk. “Santa’s a little off his route tonight. And his manners.” I had to clapback, you know? The North Pole is that way. I was being so extra, but his whole angry-villain-ripped-Santa-disguise thing was low-key doing it for me, ngl.

He closes the distance and the air got so spicy, I could barely breathe. He’s all, “I guess I’ll just have to fuck the information out of you, then.” And OMG. My entire body just clenched. I shoved him, for the bit, but he caught my wrists like it was nothing and pinned me against the mantle. His body was so hard against my back, and I could feel his dick, like, right there, already huge and straining against his pants. I tried to snarl “Get off me!” but it came out all breathy and pathetic.

Then his fingers found the knot of my robe and yanked. The silk just fell away, puddling at my feet. I froze. I was totally naked underneath and suddenly all the fight just left me. I was just… waiting. His cock was a solid, throbbing line against my lower back and I swear my pussy got so wet, so fast. It was embarrassing AF.

He let go of my wrists and his hands slid around my waist, pulling me back into him even harder. I couldn’t help it—I arched my back, pressing my ass right against that dick. I was so gone. He leaned in, his breath hot on my ear, and whispered, “Last chance, Mona. Where is he?”

And all that came out of my mouth was this broken little moan. I was literally simping for my enemy. He spun me around and his mouth crashed down on mine. No cap, it was the hottest kiss of my entire life. All tongue and teeth and pure desperation. My hands were all over him, pulling at his stupid sweater, needing him closer.

Next thing I know, he’s dragging my panties down my legs and guiding me back onto the ottoman. I’m lying there, completely exposed, and he’s just staring down at me with this raw hunger. He ripped his own clothes off and his cock… bestie, it was a legit weapon. Thick and veiny and just… sheesh.

He didn’t even ask. He just dropped to his knees, hooked my legs over his shoulders, and dove face-first into my pussy. His tongue was on my clit instantly, flicking and sucking like his life depended on it. I was moaning his name, my fingers tangled in his hair, grinding my cunt against his face. I came so hard, so fast, screaming into the room, my whole body shaking.

But he wasn’t done. He crawled up my body, lined that big dick up at my entrance, and looked me dead in the eyes. “You’re gonna tell me everything,” he growled. And then he slammed into me. OOF. I saw stars. He filled me up completely, stretching me in the best way possible. He set a punishing pace, pounding into my g-spot over and over, his balls slapping against my ass. I was a mess, just begging for more, chanting “Yes, yes, fuck me, Ateev, please!”

I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and felt another orgasm building. “I’m gonna cum again,” I gasped, and he just smirked, drilling into me even harder. “Cum on my dick, Mona. Do it.” And that was all it took. I shattered, my pussy clenching around his cock like a vise, my scream echoing off the walls. He groaned my name, his thrusts getting erratic, and then he buried himself to the hilt, flooding my insides with his cum. We collapsed in a sweaty, panting heap, totally spent. I guess the interrogation was a success.