With gusto

He was huge, thick and rock-hard, with an enormous set of balls that hung magnificently below it. I felt a surge of desire mixed with trepidation. How was I going to fit that monster inside me?

Tyrone seemed to sense my hesitation. He crawled back onto the bed, positioning himself beside me. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “We’ll take it slow. I’ll make you feel so good.”

I nodded, trusting him implicitly. He kissed me gently, his lips soft and reassuring. Then, he shifted, moving to hover above me.

“Open up for me, Brenda,” he whispered, his tip brushing against my lips.

I parted my lips, sticking out my tongue to taste him. He was hot and heavy, his precum salty on my tongue. I licked the tip, teasing him with soft kitten licks.

“Fuck,” Tyrone groaned, his head falling back. “Your mouth feels so good.”

Emboldened by his reaction, I took him deeper, sucking gently as I explored his length with my tongue. He was too big to take all of him, so I wrapped my hand around the base, stroking him in time with my sucks.

“Shit, Brenda,” Tyrone panted, his hips bucking. “You’re going to make me come if you keep that up.”

I pulled back, grinning up at him. “That’s the idea, isn’t it?”

He laughed, then bent down to kiss me deeply. “Not yet,” he murmured against my lips. “I need to be inside you first.”