My Steamy Story: Rinku go to trisha home for dinner trish...

My Story Time:

Okay, so let me spill the tea. My girl Trisha invited me over for a "casual dinner," which was low-key her famous, extra AF homemade pasta and a bottle of boujee red wine. Let's just say Trisha is iconic, with curves for days – a fatty, juicy ass that doesn't quit and these massive, perfect tits that were basically the main characters of her tight little black dress. We were vibing, laughing, and that bottle disappeared way too fast. She was gone, bestie, slurring her words and giggling at everything. She stumbled trying to get up and basically fell into my lap. I could feel her ass press against my thigh and, no cap, I was instantly wet. My pussy was throbbing just from the contact. I helped her to her bedroom, and she collapsed on the bed, muttering something. I was finna just leave, but then she grabbed my wrist, her eyes all hazy, and was like, "Don't go... feel how hot I am." She guided my hand right to her soaked panties. OOF. I couldn't help myself. I peeled them off and dove right in, my tongue finding her swollen clit. She was moaning, "Oh my god, yes, eat my pussy," and I was high-key obsessed. I fucked her with my fingers, feeling her cunt clench around them before I finally slid my strap-on deep inside her. She came so hard, screaming my name, and honestly? Slay. Period.