Before I have the chance . . .

My painfully hard cock twitches at her question, and Heather’s face goes blank for a moment. “Hold that thought,” she says, abruptly sinking to her knees. “I want to take a good hard look at this heat you’re packing.” She looks my prick right in the eye, then wraps a hand around it; I can’t help groaning as she slowly pumps me. She rubs her face up and down my length, then grips it lightly with one hand while she weighs my balls with the other. When she finally looks up at me, her eyes blaze with hungry anticipation.

“Mmmmm, that’s a beautiful big dick,” Heather purrs lustfully. After a few moments, she continues, “I think Alyssa undersold you, love. Either that or the little slut has been stretched out more than I thought she had. Your cock isn’t just bigger than most of my boyfriends—you’re easily bigger than any of them. Longer, and especially—mmmmm—thicker.” She grins at me. “I’m sure I won’t be the tightest pussy you’ve ever fucked, but I’ll bet I’m tighter than you expect me to be. I started out unusually tight, and none of my boyfriends really stretched me all that much.”

Heather dips her head to lick my shaft from balls to tip, then takes the tip into her warm, wet mouth and teases it with her tongue. I shudder and shake; the satisfaction is clear on her face. She pulls off me with a soft, wet “pop” and says, “You’re going to fill me like I’ve never been filled in my life, and I can’t wait. Take me to bed and fuck me right, baby. Just tell me how you want it—I’m all yours.”