But then… the vibes shifted. The touches felt different—stronger, rougher, more… familiar. His hands grabbed my fat belly and squeezed my tits in a way Pranav never does, and I moaned so loud, low-key confused but high-key turned on. Then he kissed me—deep, hungry—and my brain short-circuited. It felt iconic, but not like Pranav. When he pushed his dick inside my pussy, I gasped—it felt bigger, thicker, stretching me in this new, incredible way. Then he flipped me over and slid into my ass, and I totally lost it, screaming into the sheets.
Just as I’m shaking, about to cum, another cock slides into my mouth. I freeze. OMG. That’s Pranav’s dick. Which means… who the hell is fucking me?! My hands tremble as I reach out, feeling a hard, sculpted torso with defined abs… and then it hits me. It’s Alok. My ex. The one I never fully had. I didn’t say a word, just moaned around Pranav’s cock, feeling so guilty but so fucking horny, my whole body shaking with this insane, forbidden pleasure. Sheesh.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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