I’m a slut for big dicks, and I know exactly what I want. Last night, I found myself at a local bar, scanning the crowd for my next conquest. I spotted him across the room—tall, dark, and packing a serious weapon in his pants. I sauntered over, my hips swaying, and flashed him a sultry smile.
“Hey there, big boy,” I purred, my hand resting on his thigh. “You look like you’ve got something special for me.”
He smirked, his eyes gleaming with lust. “Oh, I do. And I’m more than happy to share.”
We ended up back at his place, where he wasted no time in stripping me down. He pushed me onto the bed, his hands roaming over my body, teasing and tantalizing. I spread my legs wide, offering myself to him, my pussy already dripping with anticipation.
He dove in, his tongue flicking out to lick my clit, sending shocks of pleasure through my body. I moaned, my hips bucking against his mouth, begging for more. He obliged, his fingers slipping into my soaking wet cunt, his thumb circling my clit. I was a writhing mess of lust and need, my body aching for release.
He undressed, his cock springing free, a thick, throbbing shaft that made my mouth water. I took him into my mouth, my lips stretching wide around his shaft, my tongue swirling and teasing. I bobbed my head, taking him deeper with each stroke, gagging and choking as he hit the back of my throat.
“Fuck, you’re good at that, you little cocksucker,” he praised, his hands fisting in my hair, guiding my movements. “Make daddy cum.”
I could feel his cock swelling, his body tensing as he neared his release. And then, with a final, deep thrust, he came, his hot, sticky cum spurting onto my face, coating my lips, my cheeks, my eyes. I licked and lapped at it, savoring every last drop, a satisfied, slutty grin spreading across my face.
