My Steamy Story: In the not-so-distant future, the Earth ...

My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, grab the popcorn and get comfy because I am about to spill the tea on the most unhinged, dystopian-rizz class period of my entire life. No cap.

So, you know how it is. Post-virus world, most dudes are shooting blanks, but our literature teacher, Jim? The GOAT. The one who passed the, uh, endurance test. And our class of ten girls has to attend either naked or in just our panties. It's a whole mood. Today, I’m in this little red lace thong and that’s it. Jim’s talking about Shakespeare or some shit, but his eyes are totally locked on me, Leah, and my two besties, Lily and Lana. We’re his new… selections. His personal little harem.

He stops mid-sentence about sonnets, his dick already a huge tent in his pants. "Leah. My desk. Now." My pussy is instantly soaked. I saunter up, my tits bouncing, and he doesn't even wait. He yanks me onto the desk, my back against the cold wood, and just rips my thong to the side. His fingers dive into my cunt and I gasp, "Fuck, sir!" He just smirks, working my clit with his thumb while the whole class watches. "You're so wet for me already, you thirsty little simp." Then he unbuckles his pants and his huge cock springs out. No foreplay, no warning—he just slams his entire length into my soaking wet pussy. I scream, "OH MY GOD, YES!" as he pounds me mercilessly on the desk, the whole class watching him claim his new slave. I’m seeing stars, bestie. Absolute main character energy. Period.