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My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. This boujee dinner date was low-key sus—like, we were just picking at our appetizers, and the tension was high-key giving 'will they, won't they' energy. He was giving me that look, like he was finna yeet the whole entree and just devour me instead, no cap.

So I leaned over the table, my cleavage totally on display, and I was like, "Are we doing this or what?" And he just smirked, that iconic 'I'm the main character' smirk, and slid his hand right up my thigh under the tablecloth. OMG. His fingers found my pussy through my dress, and I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning right there in the restaurant. I was so wet already, it was a whole mood.

He leaned in, his voice all husky, and whispered, "Let's get out of here. I need to taste you." Sheesh. I practically threw cash on the table, we ghosted that place so fast. In the Uber, his hand was down my panties, fingers working my clit, and I was trying so hard not to make a scene. The driver definitely knew, but IDGAF. We got to my place, and he pushed me against the door, dropping to his knees. The way he ate my pussy? GOAT status, period. I came so hard I saw stars. Absolute slay.