I met Amy when I was doing my internship in Los Angeles. She was my classmate — blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and curves that made every guy on campus stare. But somehow… she picked me. At first, our relationship was simple — dinner, movies, late-night chats. But I could tell she had a wild side waiting to be unlocked. She would bite her lip when I looked at her body. Her messages turned bold after midnight. And then one day, she sent me a voice note saying, “I want to try something wild with you…” That night, she invited me over to her apartment. I walked in, and the lights were dim. She was waiting in a black lace lingerie set, heels on, wine in one hand, and a whip in the other. “Tonight, you don’t speak… you only obey,” she said, smirking. My heart pounded. She pulled me close, kissed me deep, and whispered, “Undress. Slowly.” I did. Her eyes scanned every inch of me. Then she pushed me onto the bed and tied my wrists with soft cuffs. “You’re mine tonight,” she purred. Sh...
I met Amy when I was doing my internship in Los Angeles. She was my classmate — blonde hair, crystal blue eyes, and curves that made every guy on campus stare. But somehow… she picked me.
At first, our relationship was simple — dinner, movies, late-night chats. But I could tell she had a wild side waiting to be unlocked. She would bite her lip when I looked at her body. Her messages turned bold after midnight. And then one day, she sent me a voice note saying, “I want to try something wild with you…”
That night, she invited me over to her apartment.
I walked in, and the lights were dim. She was waiting in a black lace lingerie set, heels on, wine in one hand, and a whip in the other.
“Tonight, you don’t speak… you only obey,” she said, smirking.
My heart pounded.
She pulled me close, kissed me deep, and whispered, “Undress. Slowly.”
I did. Her eyes scanned every inch of me. Then she pushed me onto the bed and tied my wrists with soft cuffs. “You’re mine tonight,” she purred.
She climbed on top, teasing me with her lips and tongue — kissing my neck, licking my chest, biting my nipples gently. I moaned, helpless and burning with need.
Then she slid down, between my legs, her warm breath sending shivers. She looked up and whispered, “Let’s see how long you can last…”
Her mouth wrapped around me, wet, slow, intense. She took her time — building up the pressure, playing with her tongue, moaning softly. I was going insane.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, she stopped. “Not yet,” she teased, climbing on top again.
She slid me inside her, slow, deep, making eye contact the entire time. Her hips moved in a rhythm that made my head spin. Her moans grew louder, wilder. She grabbed my face, kissed me hard, and said, “Cum with me…”
We exploded together — her nails digging into my chest, my body shaking.
Afterwards, she lay next to me, laughing softly. “You passed,” she whispered.
“Passed what?” I asked, still panting.
“My first fantasy. Ready for level two next week?” she grinned.
I knew then… I’d never survive her, but I’d die trying.
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