pearl-white satin blouse. “I’m the guy from Brownbaggers—the guy behind the counter. You know, the place with the glory holes—”
“What do you want?”
He smirked. “It’s not what I want, baby. It’s what you want.”
She started to close the door.
And he shoved his sweatpants down, exposing a deep-black cock that dangled five inches long, unerect from a thicket of dark pubes.
Her ice-green eyes locked on the slab of meat, and her hand tightened on the doorknob.
“Twelve inches, if you treat it right, baby,” he oozed.
Like the rest of the spacious house, her bedroom was done up in subdued shades of silver and blue, elegant and tasteful, if somewhat cold. She dropped to her stockinged knees in the shag and dug her glossed fingernails into the elastic waistband of the man’s pants.
He grinned down at her as she pulled down his sweatpants and grasped his cock. “Yeah, that’s the way!” he grunted. “That’s what pretty mama wants.”
She lifted the heavy, hanging piece of meat, then stroked the smooth, shifting foreskin, anxious to grow the dong as long as the man had promised. It would be longer than she’d ever had before, in all her years of searching and stroking and sucking and fucking.
“You got a pretty fancy place here, Vanessa,” he said, glancing around and licking his lips. “Guess you ain’t out chasing dick all the time, huh?”
His voice grated annoyingly in her ears.
But his cock was growing in her soft, damp, caressing hand, stiffening, thickening, lengthening, rising up like a hooded cobra rises up out of its wicker basket when its master plays the proper tune. She grabbed on to it with her other hand, pulled with the pair, watching the darker head swell out of the dark foreskin, the huge, dangling, black sack tighten.
“Name’s Leonard, by the way.”
It was almost parallel with her parted lips now, throbbing hotly in her tugging hands at ten inches long and seven inches around, and still growing, swelling obscenely and sizing up between the little man’s loins. Right before Vanessa’s fixated eyes.
“Name’s Leonard, I said!” He snatched his cock out of her grasping hands and took a step back, then furiously fisted the final two inches himself.
Then he stepped forward again, and held the mammoth appendage over the kneeling woman’s flushed face like a club. He slapped her cheek with his cock, the other cheek. “Notice little ’ol Leonard now, huh, bitch!?” he growled, smacking her forehead and nose and mouth with his meat.
She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, and he spanked her moist, pink, budded tongue with his thunder cock. Then he jammed the mushroomed hood into her mouth, pulled it out again before she could seal her glossy lips around it.
“Think you can handle this much cock, Vanessa!?” he snarled. “Even you ain’t never had this much cock before, have ya, Vanessa?”
She clutched the taunting man’s skinny buttocks and flung her mouth open as wide as it would go. He wagged his dong over her mouth, keeping her in quivering suspense. Finally he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock right into her maw.
He grunted at the wet-hot impact, and she gagged, just a little, as he sank his entire foot-long slab into her mouth and down her throat. He pulled her head forward and thrust his hips out, stuffing his whole suffocating cock inside her.
“Motherfucker!” he marveled, staring down at the woman’s glowing face, her lips kissing up against his balls, his cock gone, disappeared inside her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged outrageously and her throat stretched obscenely. Her body burned and head spun with all that solid rod locked down in her mouth. Hot, triumphant puffs of breathblew out of her flared nostrils, her pussy gone sodden in her panties.
“You are a fuckin’ snake charmer!” Leonard rasped, sweat sheening his face. He grabbed her head on either side and pumped his hips, surging his cock back and forth in her
“What do you want?”
He smirked. “It’s not what I want, baby. It’s what you want.”
She started to close the door.
And he shoved his sweatpants down, exposing a deep-black cock that dangled five inches long, unerect from a thicket of dark pubes.
Her ice-green eyes locked on the slab of meat, and her hand tightened on the doorknob.
“Twelve inches, if you treat it right, baby,” he oozed.
Like the rest of the spacious house, her bedroom was done up in subdued shades of silver and blue, elegant and tasteful, if somewhat cold. She dropped to her stockinged knees in the shag and dug her glossed fingernails into the elastic waistband of the man’s pants.
He grinned down at her as she pulled down his sweatpants and grasped his cock. “Yeah, that’s the way!” he grunted. “That’s what pretty mama wants.”
She lifted the heavy, hanging piece of meat, then stroked the smooth, shifting foreskin, anxious to grow the dong as long as the man had promised. It would be longer than she’d ever had before, in all her years of searching and stroking and sucking and fucking.
“You got a pretty fancy place here, Vanessa,” he said, glancing around and licking his lips. “Guess you ain’t out chasing dick all the time, huh?”
His voice grated annoyingly in her ears.
But his cock was growing in her soft, damp, caressing hand, stiffening, thickening, lengthening, rising up like a hooded cobra rises up out of its wicker basket when its master plays the proper tune. She grabbed on to it with her other hand, pulled with the pair, watching the darker head swell out of the dark foreskin, the huge, dangling, black sack tighten.
“Name’s Leonard, by the way.”
It was almost parallel with her parted lips now, throbbing hotly in her tugging hands at ten inches long and seven inches around, and still growing, swelling obscenely and sizing up between the little man’s loins. Right before Vanessa’s fixated eyes.
“Name’s Leonard, I said!” He snatched his cock out of her grasping hands and took a step back, then furiously fisted the final two inches himself.
Then he stepped forward again, and held the mammoth appendage over the kneeling woman’s flushed face like a club. He slapped her cheek with his cock, the other cheek. “Notice little ’ol Leonard now, huh, bitch!?” he growled, smacking her forehead and nose and mouth with his meat.
She closed her eyes and stuck out her tongue, and he spanked her moist, pink, budded tongue with his thunder cock. Then he jammed the mushroomed hood into her mouth, pulled it out again before she could seal her glossy lips around it.
“Think you can handle this much cock, Vanessa!?” he snarled. “Even you ain’t never had this much cock before, have ya, Vanessa?”
She clutched the taunting man’s skinny buttocks and flung her mouth open as wide as it would go. He wagged his dong over her mouth, keeping her in quivering suspense. Finally he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his cock right into her maw.
He grunted at the wet-hot impact, and she gagged, just a little, as he sank his entire foot-long slab into her mouth and down her throat. He pulled her head forward and thrust his hips out, stuffing his whole suffocating cock inside her.
“Motherfucker!” he marveled, staring down at the woman’s glowing face, her lips kissing up against his balls, his cock gone, disappeared inside her mouth.
Her cheeks bulged outrageously and her throat stretched obscenely. Her body burned and head spun with all that solid rod locked down in her mouth. Hot, triumphant puffs of breathblew out of her flared nostrils, her pussy gone sodden in her panties.
“You are a fuckin’ snake charmer!” Leonard rasped, sweat sheening his face. He grabbed her head on either side and pumped his hips, surging his cock back and forth in her
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