My Steamy Story: In England during the end of the 19th ce...

My Story Time:

Ugh, okay, so spill the tea bestie. There I was, Arabella, twenty years old and absolutely bored at some boujee country estate in England, low-key losing my mind. My girl Amber and I were sharing her massive four-poster bed after a day of being so proper and innocent in public, it was a whole mood. The second the maid left, the vibe totally shifted. I rolled over in my chemise and just looked at her. She was so pretty, and I was so… thirsty. I whispered, “Amber, you have no idea how badly I’ve wanted to taste you,” and her eyes went wide. No cap, she was shook.

I didn’t wait for an answer. I just kissed her, my tongue sliding into her mouth while my hand slid up her nightgown. I found her pussy and she was already so wet for me, bestie. I started rubbing her clit in these tight little circles, and her moans? Oof. Mmmph… yes… I slid two fingers inside her cunt, and the sound was so slick and wet, squish, squelch. I ate her out like she was my last meal, my tongue flicking and sucking on her clit until her whole body was shaking and she came with this gasp, Ah! Arabella! Her juices were all over my face, iconic. But I wasn’t done. I fucked her with my fingers, curling them inside her, making her come two more times until she was just a panting, exhausted mess, clutching the sheets. She looked at me, totally converted, and whispered, “I never knew…” and I was just like, “I know, period.” She was mine now. Main character energy, for real.