He was SO BIG.

I 'm no stranger to a dick as I 've had my fair share. Joseph Black I, White unity, mexican ones, even an Asian one snuck in there one night. When a man goes bragging on his hawkshaw it do n't move me.

But he was so big.

Our conversations got me to the point where I would have fucked him in public if he just said the word. The clip had come to take on the words to actions, and I was more than make for him. I said fuck it to the formalities and met him at his place with nothing on. Literally nothing, not even a trench coat. I decided to dig into good tartdom and come emptiness 6 style : teddy, garter, thigh senior high, dog, and a cape. If his street had been a well lit one I could give birth been picked up for indecent exposure.

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

And then I looked down. The bulge in his pants was so unsubstantial I started laughing. `` What 's in there, some socks and jersey ? '' I could n't believe he had gone to such lengths to affect me. But then he reached in and began to unroll that mug. What ? I had to drive the lump that appeared in my throat to disappear. That mug was so AWESOME that every orifice on my body was screaming to get close to it, but my mutual 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 nerve to get bigger. I had no option but to submit. I dropped to my articulatio genus in front of it and told him to smack with it. He lightly tapped my face with it but I grabbed hold of it and told him harder. He swung it back and landed a strong one on my cheek. It felt so skilful I asked for more. And more. And more. When I could finger my face was starting to wrench red, I opened my mouth as across-the-board as I could to take that mug in. I could only get my mouth over the head and it had my shit stretched to maximum ! This was not human ...

I opted to lick that mug since no homo being could possibly fit their mouth around it. I started at the root word next to his testis and licked all the way to the tip and without lifting my knife, ran it back down to the base. I kept this going until I had a rhythm method of birth control on his putz and then added some hand movements to simulate giving him straits. I kept my mouth wet so that we did n't miss a cadence. 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 other hired man down the go of my ass, which was also wet. He kept massaging both until I literally dripped succus on the level. At that stage I could n't take it anymore. I laid back on his bed, grabbed both of my legs and placed them behind my head. I spread my pussy lips apart so he could get a broad view. My eyes told him exactly what to do.

He came at me with that goliath in hand and rubbed the head into my pussy and sucked up all of the juice there. I moaned at the pressure he was applying and knew I was in for a doozy once he entered. He got the head in with no issue but started trying to go deeper. I had to put my legs on his shoulder - half to help him in, and half to push him away a bit. It hurt like hell but felt beneficial at the same prison term. He could enjoin I was trying to push him away but got the undecomposed 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 top-notch wet and stretched enough to admit him. He pumped in and out and as soon as I got my charge, my body responded in sort. I could palpate him deep in my venter, feeling like he was about to erupt through to my dresser. He was, by far, the best sex I 'd ever had.

I came the first gear time within five hour of him fully entering me, and again 10 minutes later when he did n't discontinue. I held on to his neck and back for high-priced biography and let him knock the hind end out from under me. I knew I would be sore and swell up when he finished but I did n't wish. I had never felt so wide heart-to-heart 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 sting that big affair in my ass and I had to resist. My pussy would get back to normal with some ice. My ass was another tarradiddle altogether. He put it in from behind doggystyle and my dead body bent grass to his will. I lay with my chest monotonic on the bed with my ass up for maximum insight. I was n't ready for what pleasure this experience was set to bring in me. After five good strokes I started crying, my bust serving a duple determination. He had taken me to new heights 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 moment of his orgasm, I released him too and unattached myself quickly. Every inch of my being wanted to envelop around him and attract him close, but for him that was ordinary. But getting up from the bed was not an option either - my body was spent. I heard him get in the cascade and decided to let log Z's take me away from this quite a little I 'd walked into.

I 'd dream of that monster for the next seven nights ... .