My Story Time:

Gotchu, bestie! Let’s spill the spicy deets—no cap, this was one for the books.

So, there I was, minding my business, when he walked in—tall, cocky smirk, that main character energy dripping off him. We’d been low-key flirting for weeks, the tension so thick you could yeet a knife through it. Then? Out of nowhere, he corners me, his hands sliding up my waist, and I’m like, "Uh, hi?" But inside? Inside, my pussy’s already clenching like, "Bet."

He leans in, breath hot on my ear, and purrs, "You’ve been teasing me, and I’m done playing." SHEESH. Next thing I know, his fingers are under my skirt, rubbing my clit through my panties—already soaked, no surprises there. I moan, and he laughs, the cocky bastard, before dropping to his knees. "Let’s see how loud you really get."

Then? OMFG. His mouth is on me, tongue splitting me open like I’m his last meal, and I’m gripping his hair, arching so hard my back might snap. "Fuck—right there!" I whine, and he growls, sucking my clit like it’s his job. The sounds? Disgusting. Wet, sloppy, obscene—and I’m cumming in like 30 seconds flat, thighs shaking.

He stands up, dick straining in his jeans, and smirks. "Round two?"

Iconic. 10/10. No notes. Period. 🎤💦