There's this guy. I've known him goin on 5yrs now. A very sexy chocolatte 😍!! I mean dreamy! I'll never forget that night before I moved out west. We're in my hotel room. He's on his phone just pacing around. I needed something out of my bag, but instead of crawling over the bed, I decided to walk around. •this hard rain right now is amazing• He was totally oblivious to me needing to get pass, so I took my hand to his side and nudged him out the way. I get to my bag, dig through and look up to see his big fucking dick was BRICK😮!! I wanted to drop to my knees so fast and worship that dick. But this braud I was kicking it with was right in the bathroom. As it grew later, we were all in bed with him in between us (she's been drunk sleep by this point). I spooned and groped his body before my hand made its way down his pants, stroking, squeezing and caressing that dick. So wishing I was in tears gagging on it from him forcing it deep down my throat. But I took what I could get at the time. A few months went by before I saw him again. Just moved back to the east coast and we reconnected instantly. Not on that level. It really wasn't even brought up. We hung out every blu moon with his peoples. Along the way, lines of communication were broken....again, I moved, shit happened. A lot of missed connections went on for a while between us. Since last Nov, we were been supposed to reconnect and catch up. Took quite some time, so much time that I even got petty and dismissed him off all social media. Then i finally hear from him the following March. He comes, and for a while he stays. Missing him so much, I felt my emotions and hormones raging as days went on. My mind stayed clouded with thoughts of him having his way with me, making me his nasty lil freak whore, especially with both of us miles away from anyone who knew who we were. He gets me fucked up a lot. One night I couldn't help myself anymore. I had to finish what I started so many years ago. He was real reluctant at first. But I begged him if I could please just taste it. He kindly granted me access. But only for so long. A week later fucked up again, I walked right in the room and start rubbing on that dick. Meaty as fuck and it was still soft. He said, "You just wanna be nasty." And said yea with a smile on my face. He sat in the chair, help me loosen his pants and I went to work like I was supposed to. I never once looked in his face to see if he was enjoying it or not. I was so focused on making sure he was satisfied and his dick was pleased. He didn't make a sound or anything, but he it was so fucking hot when he tried to take his dick out of my mouth to nut and I wouldn't let him. I let his juice dribble out my mouth while my lips still gripped the tip of his manhood. His scent lingered all over my face. It drove me to rub my manhole and before I knew it was beating off to the thought of him pounding my hungry hole. I came four times before I could finally get sleep. Weeks went by. All I could think about was when I was going to taste his dick again. We got royally fucked up and turned on Netflix. It wasn't long before netflix was watching us and I was watching a hard dick. I felt a yearning sensation to service (who I would want to be) my King's dick. I stroked, slurped, sucked and milk his big ass dick. I don't know what force took over me to make me go overboard the way I did. Though I had no intentions to, I drank all the rest of his juice that I caught this time!
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