So I followed his fine ass into the locker room, and the second he stepped out of the shower, I just… snapped. My villain era was ON. I grabbed his arms and his thick, short legs and just lifted him off the floor—his ripped mouth gasped and I shoved my tongue deep inside. The taste of his sweat was low-key boujee AF. I pulled a little rock candy crystal from my pocket and forced it past his lips, whispering, “Shut up and take it.”
I slammed him down on the tile floor and got on top, finally admiring every single glorious ripple of his abs and chest up close. I could feel his rock-hard cock pressing against my thigh through my leggings. His strong posture started to crumble, he was totally my prisoner, and I was about to have my way with every inch of him. Sheeeeeesh.Low-key obsessed? Spill more tea here or peep other stories!
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