My Steamy Story: Setting: A remote mountain cabin. The sn...

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Okay, so let me spill the tea on what went down with me and this guy, Dirk. Total main character energy, but like, in the most infuriatingly logical way. We both got stranded at this boujee remote cabin during the snowstorm of the decade, and let me tell you, the vibe was not it at first. He was all "you should have packed a better coat," and I was like, "Sheesh, relax, it's called a lewk." But then night hit and it got so cold, we were literally forced to share this one thick wool blanket on the single bed.

The tension was so spicy AF. I could feel his hard dick pressing against my ass through his jeans, and my pussy was getting wet just from the proximity, no cap. He finally broke, whispering, "Fuck it," and spun me around. His mouth was on mine, all heat and hunger, while his hands slid under my sweater. When his fingers found my clit, I gasped, "Yes, just like that," and arched into his touch. He stripped my jeans off, and I guided his cock right into my soaking cunt. The feeling of him filling me up while the fire crackled was iconic. I came so hard, screaming into his shoulder, and felt him pulse inside me right after. We just collapsed, a sweaty, tangled mess, and he was like, "Okay, maybe chaos has its perks." We exchanged numbers, and let's just say... I'm finna see him again. Period.