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My Steamy Story: The dominance and claim of Jayden Misaal...
My Story Time:
Word, okay bestie, get your fan ready because this tea is SPICY. So I’m at the park, right? Just vibing, and then I see him. Jayden. Let’s be for real, seeing that 6’5” Samoan king just existing is a whole mood. The way his ie faitaga hugs his thighs… sheesh. But today, the energy was different. It was thick, like coconut cream.
And then Ea shows up. Don’t get me wrong, he’s tall and built like he used to slay on the field, but his presence? A solid 5’2”. Total teddy bear energy. He was trying so hard to play it cool, giving me that little head nod we do, but I could see his eyes dipping low, thirsty for a glimpse of what I’m working with. I decided to stop playing.
I walked over, my shadow swallowing him whole. “Remember when we were kids, Ea?” I said, my voice low. “You’d always try to arm wrestle, and you’d always lose. Some things never change, uh?”
He blushed, looking at his feet. “Yeah, Jayden…”
I grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at me. “Nah, look at me. You been staring. You still wondering what’s in my pants while you’re packing that little pea shooter, boy?” The SPH had him squirming, and I loved it. “All that ass everyone slaps… you do all that just to get a real man’s attention, don’t you? You’re my little bitch, Ea. Always have been.”
I didn’t wait for an answer. I spun him around, pushing him against a big tree, away from prying eyes. My hands ripped his shorts down and I spit on my fingers, rubbing my spit against his tight hole. “You’re gonna take this cock, Ea. All of it. This is what you wanted, yeah? To be claimed by your aiga?”
He just whimpered, “Please, Jayden…” and that was all the confirmation I needed. I pushed my thick, fat cock into his perfect phat ass, and OMG, the sound he made… a total surrender. I fucked him slow and deep, claiming every inch, whispering in Samoan how he belonged to me now. I didn’t stop until I was buried to the hilt, my seed painting his insides, marking what was always meant to be mine. Period.