My Steamy Story: She is meeting the man in a hotel room f...

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Okay, so here I am, standing in this boujee hotel room, my latex briefs are still kinda squeaking from the walk over and I can feel the dry cum in my high ponytail. Iconic, right? He just asked about the groups and my brain is screaming BIG YIKES, but my mouth? My mouth is on autopilot.

“More than one group? Babe, please,” I say, forcing a giggle that sounds way more confident than I feel. I uncross my arms and put my hands on my hips, pushing my new tits out. “Last night was… a vibe. One group of, like, five guys in an alley after the bar. Just a quick circle jerk, you know? I went around, kissed ‘em all, got ‘em hard.” I’m talking fast, spilling the tea like it’s nothing. “Then another group found me later. Maybe four more? I lost count after the eighth load, no cap.”

I see his eyes drop to my lips. Sheesh. So I lean in a little, dropping my voice. “They all wanted my mouth. And I let them. I’m a slut for it, honestly.” I watch his pants tent a little. There it is. “I swallowed every drop until my stomach was sloshing. Had to puke behind a dumpster before I could even think about going home.” The admission is humiliating, but it’s also my resume. “But that’s what you want, right? A girl who can take a literal fucking line of dicks and not tap out? My pussy stays tight, I swear. You can check.” I turn around, presenting the ‘SLUT’ tattoo on my lower back, knowing he’s staring. “I’m the GOAT at making a bunch of thirsty guys feel like the main character. So, are we doing this party or what?”