Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I’m a woman of simple, yet incredibly specific, pleasures. While some chase after fancy dinners or the latest gossip, my eyes are always scanning for one thing: a beautiful, thick BBC to wrap my soft, glossy lips around. It’s a craving, a delightful obsession, and frankly, my favorite way to unwind.
Recently, I met his guy. I spotted him across the room, as he was leaning against the bar with an easy smile playing on his lips. He was tall with broad shoulders and had that unmistakable “big dick energy” that always makes me feral. My radar went wild. There was a certain confidence in his stance, a lazy power that promised a delightful experience. My heart did a little flutter-kick. I had to have him!
a woman of simple, yet incredibly specific, pleasures
After a few strategic glances and an expertly timed trip to refill my drink, we were talking. His name was Marcus, and his voice was a deep rumble that sent a pleasant shiver down my spine. We chatted about music, travel, and the ridiculousness of dating apps. All very civil and very charming but, in the back of my mind, a little naughty voice was whispering, “Show him what you can really do with your mouth, Amber.”
The conversation flowed, and soon enough, we found ourselves in a quieter corner of the bar, then stepping out into the cool night air. My lighthearted banter was just a flimsy veil over the simmering desire I felt. “So,” he said. “My place isn’t far.” A delighted giggle escaped me. “Lead the way, handsome.”
The moment we were through his door, the polite chatter evaporated. My hands were on his chest, feeling the solid warmth beneath his shirt. His lips met mine, a deep, exploring kiss that confirmed everything my radar had promised. He tasted like oak and something uniquely masculine.
I pulled back, looking up at him with a mischievous glint in my eyes. “Marcus,” I purred, my voice a little husky, “I have a confession. There’s something I really, really wanna do right now.” He raised an eyebrow as a slow, sexy smile spreading across his face. “Oh? Do tell.”
“I have a particular fondness,” I began, my fingers already unbuttoning his shirt, “for milking BBC’s…” A low chuckle vibrated from his chest as I worked my way down, my gaze fixed on the growing evidence of his desire. The moment I saw it, thick and proud, a gasp escaped my lips. This was my favorite kind of treat. My mouth watered and a delicious sort of anticipation spread through me. Without a word, I sank to my knees, my eyes never leaving his, my pussy dripping at the thought of how he must taste.
He watched me, his breath coming in short gasps as I reached out, allowing my fingers to trace his smooth, firm shaft. My tongue darted out, just a teasing swipe, and a low moan escaped his throat. Slowly, deliberately, I took his thick cock into my mouth, feeling it against my tongue, his incredible size filling and stretching me. It was everything I loved and more. The taste was musky, potent, and utterly masculine. I closed my eyes and sucked as if my life depended on it.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
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