Shadowbanned: Part 1

Regina bounced around the living room with Cady and Gretchen, already texting future brand deals from the kitchen. "Girls, this place is about to turn us into actual money," she said. Later she drops the tea about Jamie Jane, the porn star who lived here last—huge following, gone cold turkey one day, radio silence since. Regina headed upstairs for thirst traps, posed by the window, then noticed a shadow move behind the curtain. She yanked it back and found Zacky the admin crammed between velvet folds, and he launched straight into it. "You said when I verify the account we hang out—done. So, here I am." Regina's smile sharpened. "Great. Now ban Gretchen." He hesitated, but the hunger in his eyes spoke for him. In thirty seconds the request cleared, Gretchen's page dead, followers vaporized. Regina grinned, already pulling Zacky in by the shirt. "Good boy. Your reward," she whispered, tongue dragging his earlobe before she dropped to her knees. Hands working fast, pants open, thick cock already leaking—Regina licked the tip once, teasing, then took him deep until he groaned. She bobbed hard, spit stringing from her chin, hand twisting the shaft with every pull, cheeks hollowed. "Fuck, Regina—" Her other hand slid between her thighs, rubbing. The thumping in her pussy echoed the sloppy sounds from her mouth. She gagged when he hit her throat, mascara starting to streak, but the grin stayed—triumphant even with a dick between her lips. Gretchen's ban flashed on Zacky's laptop screen behind them as Regina stroked him faster, hungry, hungry, hungry, determined to taste the win down her throat.