Fresh out of a messy breakup, my boys tell me it’s time to stop sulking and start fucking. They toss me a number of a girl who’s always DTF. One quick call later, she’s down—same day, no hesitation. I hop in the shower to rinse off the past, and before I can even dry off, she’s already let herself in. No knocking, no asking—just hungry eyes and a dirty little smirk. She tells me to hurry the fuck up because she’s dripping wet and wants my cock now. I rush out, skin still slick with water, and she’s already spread out waiting, wetter than I am. The way she looks at me—like I’m just a toy for her to ride—has me throbbing before I even touch her. Am I in over my head, or about to get swallowed whole in one of the filthiest, wildest hookups of my life?
