I dipped into the forest to avoid the initial chaos and immediately heard moaning from a bush—some girl had already stepped in a trap, a vine coiling around her leg and buzzing against her pussy until she was screaming, completely eliminated. I was shook. I kept moving, low-key terrified but high-key turned on.
That’s when I saw him. Leo. This guy I’d low-key been thirsting over since the orientation. He was backed against a tree, trying to disable some kind of bondage trap that had his wrists pinned above his head. His dick was so hard it was straining against his pants. The vibe was too spicy to ignore.
I stepped out, wand in hand, and was like, "Looks like you need a hand... or something else." His eyes went wide. I didn't waste time. I dropped to my knees, pulled his cock out—and sheesh, it was perfect—and took him deep in my mouth. I used my other hand to press the vibrator against my own clit through my shorts, the dual sensation making me moan around his dick. He was begging, "Fuck, don't stop," and I knew I had him. I sucked him harder, my pussy getting wetter with every groan he made, until he finally shouted my name and came in my mouth, collapsing as he was eliminated. One down. I was totally gonna slay this.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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