Page 8 of Huge Pucking Play

Garrett’s hands roam with an expert's certainty, igniting fires along my skin. I moan as his lips trace a path down my neck. Older men have always been my weakness, but Garrett is a revelation – a map of experience etched in muscle and sinew beneath my fingertips.

Garrett gets up and strips his clothes from his body, leaving me breathless at the sight of him.

"God, you're..." I can't finish, overwhelmed by how good he looks. His erect cock stands at attention, bigger than any other I’ve ever seen. The nickname Huge comes back to me and it totally makes sense. Yes, sir, that he is…

"Like what you see?" His chocolatey eyes meet mine, playful yet intense.

"I have no words," I admit, unable to look away.

He removes my shirt from over my head and then tugs down my shorts. They both fall off of me easily since they’re way too large.

Garrett kneels in front of me, taking my panties down slowly as he admires the folds of my pussy, already glistening with anticipation, I’m certain. His rough hands skim over my thighs, sending shivers of excitement down my spine. He looks up at me, his eyes dark with desire, and whispers huskily, "You're so fucking gorgeous."

I reach out to run my fingers through his hair, my voice a mix of surprise and arousal. "Garrett...how badly do you want me?" I know the answer but want to hear him say it out loud.

He leans forward, his mouth close to my core, and breathes in deeply as he places a soft kiss on my sensitive flesh. "You know how bad," he growls, circling his tongue around my clit before diving in to taste my sweetness.

My body trembles under the assault of his tongue as I cry out softly. "Oh God!" My hips raise off the bed, craving more contact.

He stands up and begins playing with his cock, pumping up and down. It’s thick and long, already leaking pre-cum from the purplish head.

“Are you absolutely sure?” he asks once again.

“I couldn’t stop right now even if I wanted to,” I admit, unable to take my eyes off of him.

He positions himself at my entrance and pushes inside slowly, groaning at the tightness surrounding him. "Fuck, baby," he mumbles thickly as he begins to pump into me with long slow strokes that fill me completely.

I’m astonished by how he manages to fit within me, and as I gradually ease into the sensation, a wave of pleasure washes over me, allowing me to savor every moment of the experience.

I throw my head back in ecstasy, every muscle tense with anticipation as I feel myself stretching around his massive cock. My hands find his soft hair again as I hold on tight while arching my back towards him. "Harder," I demand breathlessly, feeling bolder.

“Tell me what you want," he commands softly, and I do. I tell him everything.

With Garrett, my body sings a chorus of pleasure, each note higher, wilder than the last.

His rhythm intensifies, his powerful thrusts driving me closer to the edge. My fingers dig into his shoulders as theintense pleasure crash over me. Every nerve ending is on fire, every sensation amplified.

"Oh God, Garrett...I'm so close," I gasp, my voice trembling.

He reaches between us and his thumb finds my clit circling it in time with his thrusts. The dual stimulation pushing me higher and higher. Thank God this man knows that I need more than just his cock to come, as spectacular as his cock is.

"Let go, baby," he growls, his voice rough with exertion. "I want to feel your pussy come all over my cock."

The tension builds, a coiling spring ready to snap. My breath comes in short, sharp pants. My toes curl, my back arches. And then, with a particularly deep thrust, I'm falling.

"Fuck!" I cry out, my body convulsing with pleasure. My inner walls clench around him, pulsing with my orgasm. I can barely breathe, barely think, lost in the intensity of it all.

Garrett doesn't slow down. If anything, he increases his pace, chasing his own release. His movements become erratic, his breathing harsh.

"Fuck, Cyn," he groans, his face contorted in ecstasy. "You feel so good."

I'm still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm when I feel him swell inside me. With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep and lets out a guttural groan. His cock pulses within me, filling me with his hot release.

"Cyn...oh God, Cyn," he pants, his huge body relaxing into mine, our foreheads touching.

Our bodies tremble together, sweat-slicked and satiated. Garrett's weight presses me into the mattress, a delicious anchor keeping me grounded as I float in post-orgasmic bliss. His breath is warm against my neck, his heartbeat a thunderous rhythm I can feel through his chest.

"That was..." I trail off, unable to find words adequate enough to describe the experience.

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