A hung cock and a BBC? Sign me the fuck up. I was dripping wet the second I laid eyes on him. Daddy might have been home, but I was too horny to care. It was time for me to have some fun.
I kneeled before him, my hands shaking with lust as I took him in. His cock was like a warm, throbbing rod of pure, unadulterated pleasure. He tasted so good—musky, salty, with just a hint of something darker, more forbidden. I sucked hard, my head bobbing up and down, feeling him hit the back of my throat. He groaned, fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer, and I moaned around him.
I rode him next, my tits bouncing, my pussy clenching tight around him. We went at it for hours, sweat and cum dripping everywhere. And when he came, it was inside me—filling me up so much it started to ooze out of my cunt. I writhed under him, feeling his seed spill onto the bed. “That’s how you make a creampie slut,” I whispered, licking my lips and already thinking about the next time.