I suck big, black cock in my car.

“Oh, yeah, Hy. Suck that big, black cock dry. Suck all the cum out of it!”

Both my hands wrapped around his shaft, my lips wrapped around my teeth to cloak the scrapes. My tongue slipped up and over the head of his cock with each motion and my hands squeezed tightly. My belly rested on my console and his long, dark fingers delved into my slot, my thighs softly wet with my own juices.

I gave it my best shot, but I couldn’t make him cum; the well-endowed man’s curse: teeth and exhaustion. He came close a number of times, but my angle was wrong.

“Come to me after dinner, Hy. Finish me off.”

“I can’t. I’ll be finishing off my dinner date.”

“No. Come to me.”

“It’s not happening.”

And then his plump lips were on mine, his big hand on my breast squeezing gently.

“No, really. You won’t see me tonight.”

And then he climbed out and we parted ways.

Nice to meet you, Nixon. Thanks for the margaritas.

A 40-something single mother who writes honestly about sex, body image, D/s, relationships, her nervous tics, and how much she loves to fucking fuck. She also likes to show you her tits.

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24 thoughts on “I suck big, black cock in my car.
  1. Ah, BBC. It’s a love/hate relationship. I always love cocksucking, and I always give it my best go, cos I -always- want the pay off, but BBC makes me feel like I should be able to unhinge my jaw. If only. ;P

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