BBC sex stories always get me going, especially when it’s about slapping that phat cock on my tongue, daddy. I can almost taste the pre-cum dripping from the tip, salty and sweet, making my mouth water. I love the way it fills me up, stretching my lips wide as I take every inch, gagging and moaning for more. It’s a rush, a high like no other, and I’m addicted to it.
During our black phone sex sessions, my phat pussy squirts hard, coating my thighs and the sheets beneath me. The sensation is intense, my body shaking with the force of it, my clit throbbing with need. I can hear his deep voice on the other end, commanding me, telling me how to touch myself, how to make myself cum. And I obey, my fingers working my clit in fast, desperate circles, chasing that release.
After he’s filled my cunt with his hot cum, I’ll always have a eager cuck to suck every drop out, licking my lips and swallowing his essence. It’s a dirty, filthy act, and I fucking love it. So, you filthy pervs, keep dreaming about what you can do to me. But remember, if you want to make those dreams a reality, you know where to find me. I’m always ready to take on your darkest desires, no matter how twisted or depraved they may be.