My Steamy Story: John fucks you...

My Story Time:

Okay, so let me spill the tea. John and I were just vibing on his couch after a boujee dinner, right? He was giving me that look—you know the one, all heavy-lidded and thirsty AF. Next thing I know, his hand is sliding up my thigh and I’m already soaked. He leans in, his breath hot on my neck, and goes, "I've been thinking about this pussy all night." I'm like, "Then stop thinking and start fucking, period."

He wasted zero time, bestie. Ripped my panties to the side—low-key iconic—and his dick was already out, hard and thick. He didn’t even tease, just slammed into me and I gasped so loud. I could feel every inch stretching me out, hitting all the right spots. I was moaning, "Yes, John, just like that," and he was grunting, pounding me harder. The way his hips moved? Chefs kiss. I came so fast, clenching around him while he kept going, until he filled me up. OOF. Sheesh. No cap, John can get it anytime.