M𝐢r𝐚’𝐬 𝐑o𝐨f𝐭o𝐩 𝐑u𝐦b𝐥e: 𝐀 𝐏a𝐫t𝐲 𝐏r𝐢z𝐞

The rooftop party’s a sweaty, pulsing mess—string lights flickering overhead, bass thumping through the concrete, the city skyline sprawling below like a dare. I’m crashing this shit, uninvited, but fuck it—I’m too hot to be turned away. My silver bikini top’s a tease, barely holding my small, perky tits, nipples poking through the fabric like a promise. The black microskirt’s so short it’s criminal, flashing my plump, juicy ass with every sway, the white thong underneath digging into my pale ivory skin. Strappy silver heels click sharp on the ground, showing off my long, toned legs, shapely thighs flexing as I move, a beer in hand. My dark, wavy hair’s loose, spilling past my shoulders, brushing my collarbone, and the night air makes my skin shimmer, my brown eyes glinting under long lashes as I sip slow, full pouty lips teasing the bottle’s edge.

I’m Mira, 18 and a goddamn wildfire, a trans girl who’s owned this body for two years—5’6”, 125 lbs of slutty chaos, with a tiny cock and balls tucked tight in that thong, ready to play or be played. The frat crowd’s loud, drunk, and restless, and I spot three of them peeling off from the pack, eyeing me like wolves—early 20s, white, sloshed, stumbling over each other with cocky grins. I lean against a rusted metal table, my juicy ass perched on the edge, my wavy hair falling over one shoulder as I tilt my heart-shaped face, high cheekbones catching the light, straight nose flaring slightly as I breathe in the vibe.

“Yo, sexy,” the first one drawls, stepping up—Chad, I’ll call him, 6’0”, blond hair messy from sweat, blue eyes hazy with liquor, broad shoulders filling out a tight white tee, jeans clinging to his thighs. “What’s a hot piece like you doing here alone?”

I smirk, my full pouty lips curling slow, brown eyes sparking under long lashes. “Crashing your shitty party, blondie. What’s it to you?”

“Fuck, she’s got a mouth,” says the second guy—Nate, 5’10”, brunette, green eyes sharp despite the booze, leaner frame in a gray tank and cargo shorts, grinning like he’s sizing me up. “Bet that ass moves as good as it looks.”

“Only one way to find out,” chimes the third—Bryce, 6’1”, black hair slicked back, hazel eyes glinting with mischief, lanky but muscled in a black polo and jeans, his voice low and taunting. “You’re too fuckin’ fine to just stand there, babe.”

I laugh, throaty and low, tossing my wavy hair back, my perky tits straining the bikini top as I shift, letting my shapely thighs flex in those heels. “You boys think you can handle me? Takes more than drunk swagger to impress this ass.”

Chad steps closer, his blue eyes roaming my pale skin, lingering on my juicy ass perched against the table. “Oh, we can handle you, sweetheart. How about a little game? Chug a fifth of vodka, stay standing on those sexy fuckin’ legs, and we’ll see who’s impressed.”

“Stakes?” I purr, my full pouty lips brushing the beer bottle as I take another sip, my brown eyes locked on his, lashes fluttering just enough to reel him in.

“Win, and you get to boss us around,” Nate says, green eyes glinting as he leans against a nearby lounge chair, arms crossed over his tank. “Lose, and that plump ass is ours to play with.”

“Fuckin’ deal,” I say, smirking wider, my pale hand reaching for the fifth of vodka Bryce digs out from a cooler—half-full, cheap shit, but it’ll do. “Watch me own this, you horny pricks.”

I take the bottle, my delicate fingers wrapping the glass, and tilt my head back, my long neck exposed, wavy hair cascading as I chug. The burn’s a bitch, scorching my throat, my full pouty lips stretched around the rim, gulping hard and steady. The crowd hoots, my shapely thighs flexing in those silver heels as I drain it, slamming the empty bottle on the table, swaying just a touch but still fuckin’ upright, my pale skin flushed, my brown eyes defiant through long lashes.

“Goddamn,” Chad mutters, blue eyes wide, stepping closer, his breath hot with beer. “You’re a fuckin’ beast.”

“Told you I’d win,” I rasp, voice rough from the vodka, tossing my wavy hair, my perky tits rising under the bikini top as I cross my arms, pushing them up. “So, what’s my prize, assholes?”

Nate smirks, green eyes glinting as he straightens from the chair, stalking toward me. “You’re too hot to let off easy, champ. We’re still claiming that ass—winner or not.”

“Yeah, bitch,” Bryce adds, hazel eyes sparking, his lanky frame closing in from the side, his hand brushing my pale arm. “Look at those legs, that fuckin’ body—shit’s ours now.”

They’re circling me, herding me toward the ledge, but I’m not bolting—I’m smirking, my full pouty lips curling, my heart pounding as I back up slow, my plump ass brushing the railing. “You want it that bad?” I taunt, my voice low, tossing my wavy hair again, my long legs steady in those heels. “Gotta work for it, you drunk fucks.”

Chad’s the first to crack, his blue eyes blazing as he grabs my pale shoulders, spinning me to face the railing. “Fuck workin’—I’m takin’,” he growls, his big hands ripping at my silver bikini top, yanking it off in one rough tug, the straps snapping as my perky tits bounce free—small, pale, nipples pink and stiff in the cool air. “Fuck, these little tits are perfect,” he grunts, unzipping his jeans fast, pulling out a thick seven-incher—veiny, dark pink head, throbbing hard. He grabs my wavy hair, yanking my head down, and shoves his cock into my mouth, pressing it deep. “Suck this, you slutty bitch,” he snarls, fucking my throat slow and rough, my full pouty lips stretching wide, gagging soft as drool spills out, trickling down my pale chest, teasing my nipples.

“Goddamn, choke on it,” Chad groans, his hips rocking steady, his thick shaft sliding past my tongue, my brown eyes watering, lashes wet as I grip the railing, my strappy heels scraping the concrete. I suck him back hard, my tongue swirling the fat head, tasting his salt, my pale skin prickling as he uses my mouth, my tiny cock twitching in my thong under the microskirt.

Nate’s behind me, his green eyes glinting as he flips my black microskirt up, exposing my plump ass, the white thong a thin strip between my juicy cheeks. “Shit, this ass is begging for it,” he mutters, his hands groping me, squeezing hard before yanking the thong aside, the fabric stretching tight against my pale thigh. He unzips his cargo shorts, pulling out a veiny eight-incher—long, dark, thick at the base, tip slick—and spits on it, a hot gob dripping down his shaft. “Gonna fuck this tight hole,” he growls, grabbing my hips, pressing his cock against my ass standing up, then slamming in raw and deep, splitting me open. “Take it, you filthy slut,” he snarls, pounding me steady, my plump ass jiggling with every thrust, my long legs trembling in those heels as I brace against the railing, the metal biting my pale hands.

“Fuck, stretch me out,” I moan around Chad’s cock, my voice muffled, feeling Nate’s veiny eight tear into me, my juicy ass bouncing as he spanks me—crack—his hand slamming my pale cheek, a red mark flaring fast. “Hit that shit,” I gasp, drool spilling from my full pouty lips, my perky tits swaying beneath me, nipples hard as he spanks again—crack—right cheek this time, my ass quivering under his grip.

Chad pulls out slow, his thick seven glistening with my spit, a string of drool hanging from my pouty lips to his tip. “My turn, asshole,” Bryce says, hazel eyes glinting as he steps up, shoving Chad aside. He’s got his slim seven-incher out—straight, pale, tip leaking—stroking it slow as he grabs my wavy hair, guiding my head. “Open that pretty fuckin’ mouth,” he grunts, sliding his cock in, fucking my throat with long, deliberate thrusts, my lips stretching around him, gagging soft as drool drips onto my pale chest, soaking my perky tits more. “Suck it good, you nasty bitch,” he growls, his lanky frame looming, his hips rocking steady, my brown eyes locked on his through wet lashes.

“Fuck, work that tongue,” I pant when he lets me breathe, my voice raspy, my tiny cock twitching harder as Nate keeps pounding my ass, my shapely thighs quaking. Bryce grins, thrusting deeper, his slim seven hitting the back of my throat, my pale skin flushing as I take him, my juicy ass clenching around Nate’s cock behind me.

Nate pulls out, his veiny eight slick with my heat, and grabs my pale arm, dragging me from the railing. “Over here, slut,” he growls, pulling me toward a cushioned lounge chair near the table, the fabric faded and stained. He sits hard, his cargo shorts shoved to his ankles, and yanks me onto his lap facing away, my shapely thighs spreading wide as I straddle him. “Ride this fuckin’ cock,” he snarls, guiding his eight-incher back into my ass, impaling me deep as I sink down, my plump ass pressed against his hips, my microskirt bunched around my waist, thong yanked aside. I bounce slow, my long legs flexing in those heels, my wavy hair whipping as I grind, my tight hole gripping him hard.

“Shit, tear me up,” I moan, my voice raw, feeling him hit deep, my perky tits bouncing free, nipples pink and stiff as I roll my hips, my pale hands gripping his knees for leverage. Chad steps up beside the chair, his thick seven in hand, stroking slow. “Back in that mouth, bitch,” he grunts, grabbing my wavy hair, turning my head to the side, shoving his cock past my full pouty lips again. He fucks my throat steady, kneeling on the chair’s edge, his blue eyes blazing as I gag, drool spilling onto my pale chest, dripping down my stomach. “Choke on this, you greedy fuck,” he snarls, his thick shaft sliding deep, my brown eyes watering as I suck him back, my tongue swirling messy.

“Goddamn, pound that throat,” I gasp when he pulls out, my lips swollen, spit dripping as Bryce takes his spot, kneeling where Chad was. “My turn again, slut,” Bryce says, his slim seven sliding into my mouth, fucking me slow and rough, his hazel eyes glinting as I take him deep, my pouty lips stretched, drool soaking my perky tits more. “Fuckin’ suck it,” he groans, his hand tangled in my wavy hair, guiding me as I bob, my tiny cock flopping against my pale stomach, leaking a drop as Nate thrusts up into my ass, my juicy cheeks bouncing on his lap.

Nate spanks me—crack—his hand slamming my plump ass, red marks stacking as I ride him harder, my long legs trembling. “Flip this bitch,” he growls, lifting me off his lap, my heels dragging briefly before he shoves me onto the concrete beside the chair. I land on my hands and knees, my palms scraping, knees digging in as he kneels behind me, spreading my juicy cheeks wide. “Gonna drill this ass,” he snarls, spitting a hot gob onto my gaping hole, slamming his veiny eight back in doggy-style, pounding me hard, my plump ass bouncing with every thrust, my pale skin flushing red, my perky tits swaying beneath me, nipples brushing the ground.

“Fuck, wreck that hole,” I scream, my wavy hair tangling around my face, my brown eyes wide as he spanks me again—crack—left cheek, then right, my juicy ass rippling, stinging hot. Chad slides under me, lying flat on the concrete, his blond hair splayed as he grabs my hips, pulling me down. “Double this tight cunt,” he grunts, sliding his thick seven into my ass alongside Nate’s eight, stretching me obscene as both cocks fill me, the burn raw and relentless. “Take it, you filthy fuck,” he snarls, thrusting up hard, syncing with Nate’s brutal slams, my plump ass quaking between them, my long legs buckling, heels scraping the ground.

“Shit, fuck me raw!” I scream, my voice breaking, feeling their cocks rip me apart, my tiny cock flopping against my pale stomach, leaking steady as they double-penetrate me, my shapely thighs trembling. Bryce kneels beside my head, his slim seven in hand, stroking slow. “Open that mouth, slut,” he growls, grabbing my wavy hair, yanking my head to the side, sliding his cock past my full pouty lips. He fucks my throat deep, his hazel eyes glinting as I gag, drool spilling onto the concrete, soaking my perky tits dangling beneath me. “Choke on this, you nasty bitch,” he snarls, his hips rocking steady, my brown eyes locked on his through wet lashes.

I’m triple-fucked—Nate and Chad slamming my ass together, their cocks grinding inside me, Bryce taking my throat—my pale body rocking hard, my plump ass bouncing between them, my perky tits swaying wild, nipples raw from the concrete’s graze. “Fuckin’ tear her up,” Nate grunts, spanking my ass—crack—my juicy cheek jiggling, red marks layering as I moan around Bryce’s cock, my voice muffled and wrecked.

Bryce pulls out, his slim seven dripping with my spit, and steps back, stroking fast. “Finish her,” he says, hazel eyes blazing. Nate and Chad keep going, Nate pulling out slow, leaving Chad thrusting up into me alone, my ass clenching around his thick seven. “On your back, slut,” Chad growls, pushing me off him, my long legs flailing as he spins me onto a nearby rooftop couch—cushions torn, frame creaking. I land flat, the fabric rough against my pale skin, my shapely thighs spread wide, strappy heels dangling as he kneels between them, slamming his seven-incher back into my ass, pounding me deep, my plump ass sliding on the couch with every thrust. “Take this dick, you greedy fuck,” he snarls, leaning over me, his blond hair sweaty, his blue eyes wild as my perky tits bounce beneath him, nipples pink and stiff.

“Goddamn, fuck me silly,” I moan, my wavy hair splaying out on the couch, my full pouty lips drooling as he drills me, my tiny cock smearing pre-cum across my pale stomach. Nate kneels beside me on the couch, stroking his veiny eight fast, grinning with those green eyes. “Gonna paint these tits,” he grunts, aiming at my chest, jerking harder. Bryce steps up, his slim seven throbbing, kneeling on my other side. “Mouth’s mine,” he growls, shoving his cock back in, fucking my throat slow and deep, my pouty lips stretched wide, drool spilling as they finish me off.

Nate cums first, his hot load blasting across my perky tits, thick ropes streaking my pale chest, pooling between them as I gasp, my brown eyes wide under long lashes. Bryce pulls out, jerking his slim seven, unloading into my mouth, hot and salty, splashing my full pouty lips, dripping down my chin as I swallow some, the rest matting my wavy hair. Chad slams deep one last time, his thick seven pulsing, flooding my ass with cum, spilling out around his shaft as he grinds against me, dripping onto my shapely thighs, soaking the couch below.

They pull back, panting, zipping up—Chad’s tee sweaty, Nate’s tank stretched, Bryce’s polo rumpled. I’m a goddamn wreck—bikini top shredded on the ground, microskirt bunched around my waist, thong tangled at my ankle, heels scuffed, my pale skin bruised, sweaty, cum-soaked, my plump ass throbbing, my perky tits heaving, my tiny cock limp against my stomach, my wavy hair a sticky mess. I sit up slow, smirking, my full pouty lips smeared with cum, my brown eyes glinting defiant through the haze as the city lights hum below.

“Fuckin’ earned it,” I rasp, my voice hoarse, grabbing my beer from the table, taking a swig as they stumble off, laughing. My long legs shake in those heels, my juicy ass sore as hell, but I’m still the queen of this rooftop game, smirking like I fuckin’ own it.