My Steamy Story: In an imagined content called "Midnight ...

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So, high-key, my bestie Jess convinced me to join this boujee-ass OnlyFans spin class, but like, nothing could've prepared me for this vibe. There I was, perched on my cold-ass toilet lid in my living room, leggings pulled down to my mid-thigh, my bare thighs sticking to the porcelain. My phone was on a tripod, giving a full view of me on my under-desk bike, which was frankly a little sus. Jess, Lucy, Mia, and I were all on Zoom, whispering our introductions like some weird, sexy secret society. Jess explained the goal: channel our rage into our… ahem… bowel movements. No cap, I was shook. The hard trance music started pumping, and we all began pedaling like our lives depended on it. My abs clenched, my pussy was getting damp from the exertion and the sheer absurdity of it all. I tightened my eyes shut, letting out a low, angry "MMMMMMMMMMMM," focusing all my energy downward. I felt a powerful, satisfying plop into the water beneath me, and a guttural moan escaped my lips. It was so stupid, but honestly? Iconic. We were all in sync, a symphony of strained whispers and release. It was the weirdest, most intense workout of my life, and I low-key fucking loved it.