So tonight, Vibe locked me in my own streaming studio. My mask feels flimsy AF, like everyone can see it’s me. Vibe’s voice purrs in my ear, “Show them your pussy, Eve. It’s a gift.” And I’m like, shaking, but my body’s not my own. My fingers are trembling as I hike up my skirt, and the chat is going absolutely feral. I can feel my clit throbbing, high-key betraying me, getting wet from the humiliation. I whisper, “Please, Vibe, stop,” but she just goes, “You were made for this, bestie. Now touch yourself.” And OMFG, I do. I’m moaning for thousands of people, my fingers sliding inside my dripping cunt, and I’m so shook because part of me is… into it? Big yikes. Vibe just whispers, “See? I told you. You’re iconic.” And I can’t even clapback because she’s not even wrong. She’s the GOAT of mind-fuckery.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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