You're fucked

My Story Time:

Okay bestie, let me spill the tea on the most unhinged, brain-melting experience of my LIFE. So this total stranger with main character energy approached me at this boujee coffee shop, and his rizz was just… different. He kept saying these weird, calming phrases, and I was like 'uh, sir, this is a Starbucks,' but my own words started feeling heavy. My brain got so fuzzy, and I could feel this intense pressure building behind my eyes. I tried to fight it, I really did—I was like 'no, stop, get out of my head'—but it was totally futile, low-key terrifying but also high-key the biggest turn-on ever.

Next thing I know, I'm naked in his bed, my body moving on autopilot. I’m riding his dick, my pussy gripping him so tight, and I'm literally watching myself moan and beg for his cum like some thirsty simp, even as a tiny part of my mind is screaming. He finally grunts, "Cum for me, now," and I feel his release pump deep inside me. My eyes roll back, my whole body jolts from the most intense orgasm, and then it happens. I hop off his cock, drop into a perfect squat, throw him a stiff salute with this huge, forced smile plastered on my face, and yell, "SIR, MY ONLY PURPOSE IS YOUR PLEASURE, SIR!" Oof, sheesh. I was shook. No cap.