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Okay besties, so I was at this boujee ass bar last night, feeling my main character energy, when this guy with insane rizz just slides up next to me. No cap, his vibe was immaculate from the jump. We're chatting, he's buying me drinks, and the sexual tension is so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Next thing I know, we're in the back alley, pressed against the cool brick wall. His hands are all over me, and he's kissing me like he's a dying man and I'm air. I'm so wet already, my little black dress is basically a lost cause. He whispers, "I need to feel you," and his fingers slide under my panties. I gasp as he finds my clit, circling it with this perfect pressure. "You're so fucking soaked for me," he groans, and I'm just nodding, like, yes, obviously. He slips two fingers inside me and I moan so loud, I'm sure people inside heard. It was messy, it was hot, it was everything. He made me cum right there against the wall, and it was low-key the best hookup of my life. Period.