He was SO BIG.

I 'm no stranger to a tool as I 've had my fair share. Black ones, white ones, mexican ones, even an Asian one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his putz it do n't proceed me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the stop where I would have fucked him in world if he just said the word. The time had come to take on the words to action mechanism, and I was more than make for him. I said fuck it to the formality and met him at his place with zippo on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to turn over into full phase of the moon tartdom and issue forth conceit 6 style : teddy, garter, second joint highs, heel, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could have been picked up for indecent exposure.

As expected his jaw dropped as he opened the door, and I walked in his station as sure-footed as can be. I whipped my cape around and looked him square in the eye. He was going down.

And then I looked down. The gibbousness in his knickers was so unreal I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some wind cone and jersey ? '' I could n't believe he had gone to such lengths to impress me. But then he reached in and began to unfurl that mug. What ? I had to hale the lump that appeared in my throat to evaporate. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my soundbox was screaming to get close to it, but my common sense was telling me I would never walk or talk again if I put mouth or cooch near that thing.


He stroked it and it had the nervus to get grown. I had no choice but to take. I dropped to my human knee in movement of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my aspect with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a whole one on my cheek. It felt so in force I asked for more. And to a greater extent. And more. When I could feel my face was starting to turn red, I opened my sass as wide-cut as I could to train that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the capitulum and it had my dogshit stretched to maximum ! This was not human ...

I opted to bat that mug since no man being could possibly fit their back talk around it. I started at the base next to his clump and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my glossa, ran it back down to the radical. I kept this going until I had a rhythm method on his dick and then added some hand apparent motion to model giving him mind. I kept my mouthpiece wet so that we did n't miss a beat. I felt him stiffen in my hands and under my tongue. He reached around and started fingering my clit which was already soaking wet and then ran his former script down the tornado of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped juice on the floor. At that breaker point I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my leg and placed them behind my head. I spread my purulent lips apart so he could get a full view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that monstrosity in hand and rubbed the heading into my pussy and sucked up all of the succus there. I moaned at the pressure he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head word in with no offspring but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his articulatio humeri - one-half to facilitate him in, and half to advertise him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt good at the like time. He could tell I was trying to push him away but got the adept of me. He picked me up by the thighs and rammed that mug all the way in. I thought I was going to die.

I was shocked when my pussy reacted by getting A-one wet and stretched enough to reconcile him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my bearings, my eubstance responded in kind. I could experience him deep in my stomach, feeling like he was about to bristle through to my breast. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the starting time sentence within five minutes of him fully entering me, and again 10 minutes later when he did n't stop. I held on to his neck and back for costly life and let him knock the backside out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swollen when he finished but I did n't care. I had never felt so wide open and so well fucked.

He turned me over for the doggystyle but stuck his tongue in my ass first. I could barely feel it since I was damn near numb down there. Then I felt him try to wedge that big thing in my ass and I had to resist. My pussy would come back to normal with some ice. My ass was another report altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my body bent to his will. I lay with my chest flat on the bed with my ass up for maximum insight. I was n't ready for what pleasure this experience was set to land me. After five good chance event I started crying, my tears serving a twofold aim. He had taken me to new altitude with the pleasure he was giving me but I knew he would not be a kept man. As bad as I wanted him all to myself, a man with a tool like that was n't going to stay put.

In the present moment of his culmination, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to wind around him and pull him close, but for him that was average. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my body was spent. I heard him get in the shower and decided to let sleep take me away from this mess I 'd walked into.

I 'd stargaze of that demon for the next seven nights ... .