My Steamy Story: Rohan(20) and Ismi(19) are in a relation...

My Story Time:

Okay, so no cap, the vibe was already sus when we had to share the one hotel room with Uncle Fikri. Rohan was like, "It's fine, bestie, he's family," and passed out immediately. I went to the washroom to pee, and my anxiety was through the roof. The second I was done, the door creaked open and Fikri was just… there. Sheer panic. I was about to scream, but he clamped his hand over my mouth and whispered, "Don't you think Rohan might hate you if he sees you like this?" OOF. The psychological rizz was too strong; I froze.

His eyes were so dark and hungry, I was legit shook. He pulled my shorts and panties down in one swift move, and his rough fingers started brushing through my pubic hair. A full-body chill, no cap. Then he just… started fingering me. One thick finger slid right into my tight pussy, and I had to bite my lip so hard to stay quiet. My whole body was trembling, but low-key, my traitorous pussy got wet AF. He added a second finger, curling them inside me, and I was seeing stars, trying to muffle my moans against my own arm. The betrayal was a big yikes, but the feeling? Iconic. And horrifying. Sheesh.