My Steamy Story: slave auction...

My Story Time:

Okay, so my friends dared me to go to this high-key boujee underground party, and let me spill the tea, it was a slave auction roleplay event. I knew it was finna be a whole vibe, but I was shook by how into it I got. The host, this guy with main character energy and the most insane rizz I’ve ever seen, was running the show. When he put me up on the block, I decided to just go for it, full submission mode. He was checking me out so hard, his eyes dark with this possessive look, and he was like, “I think this one belongs to me.” OMG, sheesh. He bought my ‘contract’ and immediately led me to a private room. His hands were all over me, pulling my dress down and squeezing my tits, whispering about how he owned this pussy now. I was so wet, I couldn't even pretend. He bent me over the arm of a couch, his cock sliding into my cunt from behind, and I was moaning like a total simp. He was pounding me, his grip tight on my hips, and I was just chanting, “Yes, Master,” over and over until I came so hard I saw stars. Period.