New PR
Oh, sweet Jesus, I'm still buzzing from that gym high. My legs are jelly, my ass is on fire, and my tits are still bouncing from the squat rack. That neon pink crop top was a deliberate choice, and I knew it'd get the boys drooling. I mean, who can resist a pair of nipples that hard? They're like two pink diamonds, begging to be sucked.
I was in the zone today, pushing myself to new heights. That squat PR was calling my name, and I wasn't leaving until I claimed it. The weight was heavy, but my determination was heavier. I grunted, I sweated, I cursed – and then I lifted. The rush was instant, and I felt like I was on top of the world. My ass is so tight right now, I could crack walnuts with it. I'm not even kidding.
But, of course, my mind started wandering. It always does when I'm in that post-workout haze. I started thinking about that 10-inch monster from last month. Oh, God, that thing was a beast. It stretched me until I couldn't breathe, pulsing so deep I saw stars. I'm not ashamed to admit I came like three times that night. It was like my body was possessed or something.
Which brings me to my current dilemma. I ordered a thicker dildo online, but let's be real, it's not going to scratch the itch. I need the real deal, and I need it now. That's why I've been swiping through that app, searching for the next big thing. And then I saw him – claims to be packing 11 inches. I'm talking to him, flirting like crazy, and he's eating it up. Friday's the test. If he's lying, I'll ram his balls into next week.
I know what you're thinking – Nila, why do you always go for the biggest? Can't you just settle for something a little more... normal? The answer is simple: I'm a size queen, and I won't apologize for it. I want to feel like I'm being split in two, like my pussy is being stretched to its limits. Anything less is just boring.
And don't even get me started on relationships. I mean, I've tried, I really have. But it always ends the same way – with me pushing buttons, taunting, flirting until they snap or storm off. I'm not proud of it, but it's just who I am. I'm a tease, and I know it.
But hey, at least I'm honest about it. I'm not going to pretend to be something I'm not just to make someone else happy. I'm loud, I'm crude, and I'm unapologetic. If you can't handle it, then maybe you shouldn't be talking to me in the first place.
So, Friday's the test. Will this guy deliver, or will he be just another disappointment? Either way, I'm going to enjoy the ride. And if he can't handle the heat, then he can just get out of my kitchen. I'm Nila Tamalis, and I always come out on top.