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My Story Time:

Okay, bestie, let me spill the tea. So I’m in this boujee AF Victorian brothel, the air is thick with perfume and major main character energy, and I’m sipping brandy trying to look cool. Then I see her. Élodie. Raven hair, a gown that’s straight up dripping, and this look that just says ‘I’m about to ruin your life in the best way.’

She glides over, hips swaying, and leans in. Her breath is warm on my ear and she’s like, “You’re new here.” I’m literally so shook I can barely speak. I just nod, and she takes my hand. Her fingers are so soft. She leads me to a private room, all velvet and shadows, and pushes me back onto this chaise lounge.

Before I know it, her mouth is on mine, hungry and sweet, tasting like wine. Her hands are everywhere, pulling at my corset strings until my tits spill out. She gets on her knees, her dark eyes locking with mine, and she whispers, “Let me taste you.” She hikes up my skirts, her fingers finding my soaked pussy through my underwear. I gasp, and she just smiles against my thigh. She yanks my panties down and her tongue is on my clit, like, immediately. She’s going down on me like she’s starving for it, moaning into my cunt, and I’m grabbing her hair, my back arching off the chaise. I’m so close already, and she looks up, her lips glistening, and goes, “Come for me, chérie.” And OMG, I totally did. I came so hard I saw stars. No cap, that Victorian rizz is something else. Iconic. Period.