My Steamy Story: My approach? I never just give the numbe...

My Story Time:

Okay, so bestie, let me spill the tea on how last Friday went down. I was at Jake's kickback, wearing this little black dress that was basically a glorified t-shirt—no cap, you could see everything. The vibe was already spicy, and this guy from my econ class, Leo, sidles up with his crew. They're talking about some girl who hooked up with half the soccer team, calling her all kinds of names, and I just got this main character energy, you know? I leaned in, my tits practically spilling out, and was like, "Honestly? She's my icon. I low-key lost count of my body count after junior year." Dead silence. Then Leo's eyes got all dark, and he goes, "Prove it."

Next thing I know, he's pulling me into the empty guest room, his hands already under my dress. No pretense, period. He shoved me against the wall, his mouth hot on my neck, whispering, "How many cocks have been in this pussy, huh?" I was so wet, I just moaned, "Too many to count," and that sent him over the edge. He yanked my panties to the side—they were basically a scrap of lace anyway—and I felt the thick head of his dick pressing against me. No foreplay, just pure need. I gasped, "Fuck, yes," as he shoved all the way in, stretching me so full I saw stars. He pounded into me, hard and fast, his hips slapping against my ass. I could hear the party outside, but all I felt was his cock hitting that spot deep inside that makes my legs shake. I was clinging to him, my nails digging into his back, begging, "Don't stop, don't you dare stop." He growled, "You love being this slutty, don't you?" and I screamed, "YES!" as I came, my pussy clenching around him so tight he followed right after, filling me up. We just stood there, panting, a total mess. Sheesh. Afterglow? More like after-glow up.