My Steamy Story: Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. So t...

My Story Time:

Okay, so here’s the absolute tea, no cap. My knees were already killing me from the pavement, and this guy… sheesh. He wasn’t gentle. The second I was on my knees, his dick was in my mouth, and I mean deep. I was gagging instantly, tears pricking my eyes, but I just opened wider. My throat was still raw from earlier, but the way he grabbed my hair and started face-fucking me? Oof. The sounds were so gross and wet, but I was low-key so into it, my pussy getting stupid wet even though I was literally choking. He finally pulled out, my lipstick everywhere, and was like, “Catch your breath & suck my balls, whore.” And bestie, I did. I took one into my mouth, sucking gently, looking up at him with what I hoped was a pathetic, good-girl look.

Then he growled, “You’re gonna make me tap on your head if you keep doing that, slut.” My heart was pounding. I let his balls go with a pop and opened my mouth, sticking my tongue out, bracing myself. “Tell me where you want it,” he demanded, his cock hovering at my lips. “Tell me what you are! Say it!”

I sobbed it out, the words muffled. “In my throat! Please! I’m a slut! I’m your fucking slut! Just… warn me!” The second the word ‘slut’ left my lips, he shoved back in, fucking my face hard. I felt his hand tap-tap-tapping on my head, and he started yelling—calling me a filthy, used-up whore, and I was high-key sobbing, but my clit was throbbing. I swallowed around his cock, my throat working on pure instinct, and then I felt it—the hot, salty pulse hitting the back of my throat. I swallowed every drop, slumping back against the brick wall, his cum dripping from my chin. He just zipped up, dropped a twenty on my thigh, and ghosted. I sat there in the filth, my whole body shaking, my cunt aching. Main character energy? More like main slut energy. Period.