I’m shaking, not just from the crack still humming in my veins, but because this massive black cock is hovering right in front of my face. He’s a beast, skin dark as midnight, and his dick is a fucking monster—thick, veiny, and leaking pre-cum that smells like raw sex. I don’t waste time talking; I just open my mouth wide and slide my lips over that huge head.
Gulp.
I take as much as I can, my throat stretching and straining as I bury the shaft deep. He doesn’t hold back, gripping the back of my bleached, messy hair and slamming his hips forward. I gag, my eyes watering, but I love the feeling of being choked out by a BBC. I suck hard, swirling my tongue around the rim, making loud, wet slurping noises that echo through this shitty trailer.
He starts fucking my throat in earnest, rhythmic and brutal. Every thrust hits the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow air and spit. I can feel the heat of him, the sheer girth stretching me open. He groans, a low rumble in his chest, and then he’s peaking.
He pulls out just enough to aim, and then he blasts. Thick, hot ropes of cum explode into my mouth. I don’t let a single drop go to waste. I swallow every heavy glob of seed, gulping it down greedily, licking my lips clean until I’m tasting nothing but him.




















