My Steamy Story: The guy ordered a hooker to come to his ...

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No cap, when my big brother's boujee friend texted me asking for "company," I knew he had the wrong number. But the money was too good to pass up, so I showed up at his door in a tiny black dress, ready to spill the tea and watch his jaw drop.

He opened the door looking so thirsty, until he realized it was me. "Lena?!" he choked out, and I was like, "Surprise, bestie! You ordered a hooker, you got me." The panic in his eyes was iconic. But then his gaze dropped to my cleavage and I saw his dick twitch in those tight pants. Oof.

He tried to play it cool, like "This is so wrong," but his hands were already on my waist, pulling me inside. I could feel how hard he was against my thigh. I whispered, "You've been low-key staring at my tits since I was sixteen, so don't even front." He groaned, and next thing I knew, his tongue was in my mouth and his hand was up my dress, fingers sliding into my wet pussy. I was moaning into his kiss, so turned on by how fucking wrong it was. He carried me to his bed, ripped my panties off, and buried his face between my legs. Sheesh, the way he ate my cunt like he'd been starving for it... I came so hard I saw stars.