Out of nowhere, these two rough-looking dudes just materialized, like some horror movie jump-scare. They had us cornered, guns out, and my heart was beating out of my chest. Jhon was shaking, pale as a ghost, and I’m standing there totally exposed, pussy out and everything. One of them, this tall guy with a mean smirk, looks me up and down and goes, “Looks like we hit the jackpot.” The other one keeps the gun on Jhon, whose eyes are wide—half-terrified, half…aroused? No cap.
The tall one walks right up to me, his calloused hand grabbing my breast hard, and whispers, “Your man’s been a good boy sharing all those pics, huh? Time for the real thing.” I’m frozen, but wet—I hate admitting it, but the danger, the total loss of control… my clit is throbbing. He forces me to my knees, unzips his jeans, and his thick, uncut dick springs out. “Open up, princesa. Let’s see if you choke like in those videos.” And as I take him deep, tasting salt and musk, I hear Jhon…moaning. Sheesh. This was his fantasy all along. And part of me is absolutely shook, but another part… another part is finna cum.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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