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“That pussy taste so good baby. I wasn’t finished yet. I want to taste some more,” so much passion filled his voice as he talked to me.
Instead of answering him, I wrapped my arms around his neck, and everything that he just tasted from me, I was now tasting it from his tongue. The kiss held so much passion, and lust. I broke it but kept my lips on his.
“I want to feel that dick,” I seductively told him.
“The rubbers upstairs,” he told me. As much as I wanted to tell him to just put it in me, I wasn’t bold enough to play those kind of games, so I pulled away, telling him to go get them, and he stood to do it.
His sweats were still on, and I could look down, and see the way his dick was sticking up in the air. It was literally pointed towards the ceiling. Seeing that, it made me wetter than I was before.
He walked away, and I found myself laughing aloud because of the way I heard him running up the stairs. His house was so big that it should have realistically taken him at least two minutes to make it back down to me, but he made it back to me in about 45 seconds. When I heard him, I turned my head to look at him, and he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He came, rounding the couch, and he was carrying a fresh pack of magnums in his hands. This was my first time seeing Tank naked, and all I could do was take him in, and think how this man was truly blessed.
His body was a work of art, literally because of the way he was inked up. Then, his chocolate skin was so beautiful. I was paying attention to everything. He had a birth mark, that was on his left hip. His thighs were so big, and firm. That dick… I didn’t even know what to say about it. It was long, and fat. I had no idea how I was going to take all of that, but I was damn sure going to try.
I’ve heard women talk about being intimate with men before that would allow their pubic hair to grow out, and it wasn’t taken care of. Luckily, every man that I’ve ever dealt with, they would keep it trimmed, and Tank was no different. The hair that he did have was nicely trimmed, and everything about that area on him was nice, and well groomed. The dick was so beautiful, that you would want to feel it raw, but I sat back, allowing him to put the rubber on, keeping my eyes on him. As if he knew his way around my body already, he came towards the couch, getting ahold of my thighs, so that he could firmly hold onto them, while he bent them back, and he leaned down into me, kissed my forehead, my nose, and then my lips.
We were back to engaging in a kiss, and just like the times before, I was kissing him with my eyes closed. The second I got deep into the kiss, solely focusing on that, his dick found my entrance, trying to push in, and I tensed up at the feel.
“Wait. Wait. I ain’t gone hurt you,” he told me, his lips just an inch away from mine, as I looked at him with worried eyes, afraid of the size of that dick going in me. I had my right hand on his chest, looking him in his eyes, as he slowly dug deeper into me, making me cry out loud, and toss my head back, all the while, pushing him out.
“It’s biggggggg,” I whined, feeling nothing but pressure, as he dug in.
“I know, but you can take this shit. Come on,” he coached me, fully in now, and he started moving his hips in and out, nastily giving me that dick, and I was moaning so loud for him, taking it, just like he told me I could.
Now that it was inside me, and I was taking it, I took my hand off his chest, so that I could put my arms around his neck, and right there, our bodies started doing our own thing, and we were fuckin.
“I can’t believe this shit, baby. Look at you, letting me fuck. You told me months ago that you wouldn’t even let me sniff this shit. I should have made a bet with your ass,” he talked shit, as he dug inside of me, and I was too busy enjoying this dick, that I didn’t have the words to respond to him.
The sounds coming from my pussy, the mess that I was making, that I could feel dripping out of me, the way I was moaning, you could very much tell that I didn’t have any dick in a long time.
“Baby… you feel so good. You see how wet you got this pussy?” I moaned, finding my voice, so that I could talk back to him.
“I see it, beautiful. I can feel that motha fucka too. It’s gripping me, locking me in,” he responded, switching up what he was doing to me by digging deeper, and he started stroking down, which made me tense up, lift the top of my body from the couch, and I jerked, feeling myself about to release a big orgasm.
“Damn baby. You done let me fuck around and find it already. That’s a spot right there?” he asked me.
“Yessssss…... Goddddd…. I’m about to make a mess on that dickkkkkk,” I moaned, warning him.
“And that’s okay. Make a mess on the dick, baby. When we finish, Ima wash it off in the shower, anyways. Show me something that pussy can do,” he talked me right through that orgasm, and I swear it felt like I just peed on this man.
I squirted for at least seven seconds, eyes rolling, moaning loudly, the whole nine. As this man was making me cum, he put both hands on my upper waist, tightly holding me by my ribcage, and just dumping dick inside of me. I had no words for what had just taken place. I was breathing so hard, legs trembling, while trying to sit up.
“I can’t go no more. You going to kill me,” I panted.
“Baby, we just getting started. Come on,” he said, keeping his hands on my waist, and he flipped me. He put me down on my hands, and knees, not giving a fuck about what I was talking about.
He stood up, keeping his foot in the couch, while another one was planted on the floor. He put my arch to his liking, and that dick pushed inside of me, having me reach back, putting my hand on his lower stomach. He had a death grip on my hips, as he fucked me deep, and slow.
“Tavionnnnnnn,” I moaned his name, as if I was possessed.
“What happened, baby? Turn your head around and look at me. I gotta lay eyes on you while you taking that dick,” he requested, and I did just that, turning my head, and locking eyes with him.
“I only want you to fuck me like thisssss…. don’t give this dick to nobody else,” I was talking crazy now. That dick had me delusional already.
“I’m not. This your shit from now on. Pussy feel so good, baby. I love the noises that it’s making for me. Can I get you to cum again?” he asked me.
“Yes, but this is the last timeeeee,” I moaned, knowing that I couldn’t go anymore after this.
“Alright. Let me find it,” he said, moving that dick around, searching for my spot, and he found it quickly, drilling in me, holding me tightly, and this orgasm had me crying through it.
