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I met this delicious Jamaican man at the bar the other night. His accent was making me wet to hear him talk. I had to take him home. I couldn’t help it. As soon as I met him, it was all I could think about, lucky for me, he felt the same. We went back to my place, and he then placed on the bed, ripped my clothes off. Destroyed by a BBC Phonesex!
As I felt him push harder against my cunt, I realized this man’s bare cock was splitting me open, and the thought of asking him to stop was horrifying.
I was foolish to think for a moment that he was actually inside me. Yes, I could feel myself opening around him, but that was not the same thing.
Destroyed by a BBC Phonesex!
He took no pity and thrust himself fully into me. Destroyed by a BBC Phonesex!
The pain hit me a second before the pleasure, and I cried out so loud as I thought he would end me with his BBC. He pushed me forward and then pulled me back once more, thrusting his giant cock into my tiny and now sore pussy again and again.
Every time he filled me, I cried out, and each time he left me, I moaned for more. After just a moment or two, I began to push back onto him, and my entire body was on fire.
“Oh god, it’s so much better,” I heard myself cry.
As he moved faster and faster, I realized that much to my embarrassment that I was about to come. He grabbed me tightly and pulled me back onto him, filling me, and I was finished. I cried out again, wordlessly this time, and I began to clench and quiver as I let myself go, soaking his cock with my pussy juice.
“Such a good girl,” he said, holding himself in me as my juices continue to cover his BBC. “Such a perfect little slut, taking this BBC like that.”
“Oh, god!” I screamed as he grabbed me once more. I nearly passed out when he withdrew, but he quickly flipped me to my back, lid me down once more, and then came all over my face.