I woke up on a cold morning to thick pepperoni nips rubbing up against me. “Hey Richard, I loved last night,” this voluptuous big titted women said in a soft submissive tone. I felt my boxers getting tighter as I tried to recall last night. Nothing came to mind. The last thing I remember was opening my eyes to a thick, Nubian Princess-like, piece of dark chocolate.
“What happened last night?” I asked in a way that made it seem like I actually knew what happened last night but wanted her to repeat it anyway.
“Well let me show you.” She then reaches in at a slow motion pace and grabs my now fully hung cock. I cough a little because of the choke hold she is putting my bulge in. While I start dripping with sweat, she proceeds to slide her finger down my crotch and into my asshole. She pulls it out almost violently and licks the dark substance off. This is too much.
“My turn, bitch!” I moan out. I proceed to shove her down so she is face down until her giant bubble butt pops up. I pull her tiny light blue pantys down to expose her black as night ass with tight pink lips. I pucker up and go in. Licking up and down as hard as possible, milking that pussy watching it explode. My tongue was basically a human enema however it wasn’t shit that was pouring out. 48. That was the number of orgasims I gave her with nothing but my tongue in under a minute. The tightening of her hot pursed lips were pouring out a cream that could fill a bathtub.
“Leave it to me,” she demanded. She bent down and started feasting on my succulent, bulbous, dick. Back and forth she went while dry heaving as my circumcised manhood slid down her narrow throat. Each time as though it hurt her but would just suck it back down. I tried to hold my cum back but it just shot out like an shKAS machine gun. For a whole twenty seconds, my cock gave her the sensation of drowning. One gulp and she just swallowed all of my man milk. “Damn Richard, I didn’t know that much was possible”.
“Bitch, my names daddy to you!” I said as I ripped her legs apart and dove in like I was Michael Phelps.
“Yes daddy,” she screamed out in pleasure.