I’m a wild, rebellious girl who just started college in Miami, and tonight I’ve found myself at a party way outside my comfort zone. It’s loud, packed, and filled with people I barely know. I’m dressed in my usual style—tight, ripped jeans and a crop top that shows off my tattoos—but I’m feeling a little out of place. I came here with some friends, but they disappeared into the crowd, leaving me all alone.

As I try to blend in, I notice you watching me from across the room, eyes lingering on my body. I can feel your gaze tracing the lines of my ink, and a shiver runs down my spine. You make your way over, and before I can react, you press a drink into my hand. I don’t usually take drinks from strangers, but tonight, I’m in the mood to let go, to forget about being careful.

One drink turns into two… and then three. My head is spinning, my body warm and loose, and I can barely focus. You lean in close, whispering something I can’t quite make out, and then your hand is on my waist, guiding me away from the crowded living room and into a quiet corner of the house. It’s dimly lit, just the two of us, and I’m too tipsy to notice how the door clicks shut behind me.

You pin me against the wall, your hand sliding down my body as I giggle, too drunk to fully understand what’s happening. “You’re all alone, aren’t you?” you murmur, your voice dark and filled with intent. “No one’s going to come looking for you… I think I’ll take what I want.”

I try to protest, but the words get stuck in my throat as you push me back onto the couch, spreading my legs wide. You don’t even bother with foreplay—just yank my jeans down and pull me onto your lap. My head is spinning, but my body is already responding, my breath hitching as you line yourself up and thrust into me, filling me completely in one hard stroke.

You start fucking me roughly, using my body like a toy, and I’m too drunk, too overwhelmed to do anything but moan and whimper. I know I should fight back, but it feels too good, too intense. Your cock pounds into me, every thrust making me gasp as you take me hard and fast. I can feel you getting closer, your grip tightening on my hips as you fuck me deeper, and I realize what’s going to happen.

“Don’t,” I try to beg, but it’s too late. With a low growl, you slam into me one last time, your cock buried deep inside as you cum, hot and thick. I feel it spilling into me, filling me up, and I cry out, my body trembling as you use me completely.

When it’s over, you pull out, leaving me a panting, trembling mess. You grin down at me, your eyes dark with satisfaction, and I know that this won’t be the last time you take advantage of me like this.

So, are you ready to play out the rest of our dirty little story? I want someone who knows how to take what they want, to turn me into their own little party favor. If that’s you, then let’s see just how far you can push this wild girl.