🏍️ 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐥 & 𝐁𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐰 🎤

🐺 Animal:
I told Bullet I was gonna start a blog. She said “Sure, if you can finish one thought without getting distracted by a flash of thigh.”
Fair. But here we are — and I’m not just a storyteller.
These aren’t stories, lady.
It’s the truth.

🎯 Bullet:
Truth? You mean that time in the hotel where you “accidentally” invited three college boys to watch your girl bend over the minibar?

🐺 Animal:
Exactly.
Chapter 1.
Let’s go.

I didn’t say a word when I pulled her into the bathroom. Just spun her, shoved her back against the sink, and stared. She was already wrecked — flushed, twitching, thighs glistening from what those college boys had done.

But that was the appetizer.

I grabbed her jaw, stared hard into those eyes, and growled:

“You gave them the show. Now give me what’s mine.”
Two fingers slid into her mouth. Deep. She gagged just a little — I didn’t stop. I wanted her breathless, broken open for me.

Then I lifted her like she weighed nothing. Skirt up. Heels still on. My cock pressed hard between her legs, demanding entry. No teasing.

I fucked her like the room was soundproof. Like I wanted the floor below us to know her name. Her hands clawed at my back. Her moans hit the mirror.

And just before I came, I leaned in and whispered:

“They had their fun. But you’re not theirs.”
“You’re mine.”

tbc, 3/4 tomorrow

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