She sucks his cock

Despite keeping a cool, sensual appearance, Nancy’s heart was beating wildly in her chest as she approached Fletcher. She had never done anything close to this, being this forward was just not in her nature. Hell, it had been years since she had had sex with anyone but Patrick! Nonetheless, the way Fletcher’s eyes were pretty much glued to her body gave her a sense of confidence to continue.

“Like what you see?” she purred softly, her hips swaying from side to side as she slowly closed the distance.

“Uh-huh!” Was all the coherence Fletcher could muster as he watched Nancy slide to her knees in front of him, the entire situation feeling surreal. Sure, he basically hit on her every time he got the opportunity, but he never honestly believed anything would come from it. Now she was here, naked as the day she was born, kneeling on the floor between his legs and working her fingers beneath the waistband of his shorts while looking up at him with those gorgeous, dark eyes.

“I’ve wondered what kind of heat you’re packing, Fletch!” she whispered. It was not a lie, though it was more out of curiosity than sexual desire up to this point. Now, however, Nancy felt how wet her pussy was as she dragged the big hacker’s shorts down, feeling the tension of a thick, hard manhood underneath.

“Ohmygod!” she wasn’t even playing up her reaction, her eyes widening as she slowly revealed Fletcher’s cock. The huge man’s dick was not only proportional to his ridiculous frame, even for a man his size he was well-endowed. The vein-marbled, ebony shaft was as thick as her wrist, way bigger than what she had ever dreamed it could be and it seemed like no matter how much she pulled the shorts down, it just wouldn’t end, as inch after inch of hard, pulsating man meat were exposed to her.

Fletcher smirked. Nancy’s stunned reaction brought him out of his daze and made him feel back in control as she reacted like many girls had reacted before her: overwhelmed. At a little more than eleven inches, his sheer size was enough to make girl’s jaws drop that were way more experienced than the usually very proper Latina detective and from the look on her face he could see it was more than she bargained for. It gave him confidence.

Watching her closely, a well-timed flex of his cock made it spring out from his shorts just as Nancy was about to pull them down completely and the huge, black member sprung up and hit the startled detective in the chin, making her jump.

“Ow!” she gasped, rubbing the hit spot while her eyes were fixed on the large, swaying manhood in front of her. The attempt at being seductive were forgotten. This was ridiculous.

Fletcher’s cock looked like something out of a porn movie that gave girls “unrealistic expectations”. A long, straight, thick shaft with veins running along it. The dark brown bellend was slightly wider, spotting a ridge that ran along the rim. His balls were large round and heavy, lying in the leathery satchel below, looking like they were full of cum. It was also notable how groomed he was, his groin covered in a thick, glossy, yet carefully trimmed patch of pubic hair while his scrotum was shaven completely.

“You like it?” Fletcher chuckled, sitting back and relaxing, his ego getting a huge push out of this.

“Fletch, this… this is huge!” Nancy whispered, blushing as his size somehow made the entire act even more crude.

“Well, I’m a huge man…” the hacker grinned, flexing again to make his cock sway back and forth in front of her nose. “Well, what are you waiting for, Nancy? It ain’t gonna suck itself!”

The cheesy line did its job in waking Nancy from her flabbergasted daze and she shot him an amused look, smirking and shaking her head. “In for a penny, in for a pound!” she thought. Pulling off Fletcher’s shorts completely and tossing them aside, she settled in before reaching up to grasp his cock. Incredulous, she shook her head as she didn’t even manage to encircle his shaft with her hand completely, half an inch of air remained between the tips of her thumb and forefinger.

“Wow,” she muttered, unable to help herself but smile. Feeling the big man’s impatience settle in she finally began, pulling her hand slowly up, then down his shaft, feeling the heat and hardness against her palm. She stroked it for several seconds, watching mesmerized as the dark skin shifted with her movements as she got herself into a rhythm.

“Suck my dick, Nancy!”

She looked up at him, slightly surprised by the crude choice of words, but instead of giving a snarky remark, she simply smiled at him. Sticking her tongue out, Nancy leaned in and proceeded to brush the soft flat of her tongue along the underside of Fletcher’s cock, all the way from where her hand grabbed it to the tip. She slowed down as she reached the head, maintaining eye contact all the time before she reversed, taking the same route back down.

Fletcher groaned at the soft contact. Leaning back and closing his eyes, he just basked in the glory of the moment. This was really happening. Nancy McKenna was sucking his dick! And just from her first few actions he could tell that she wasn’t bad at it either. That tongue lapped up and down his shaft several times, lathering it up in the thick saliva which she then used to lubricate her hand-job when she finally came up to tease the head.

“Ohyeah!” he mumbled as her nimble tongue flickered across his tip, playing with the small slit at the very top before she lashed in circles around it while she slowly lowered her mouth onto him. Her hot breath against his sensitive cock drove him mad and he let out a loud grunt when her lips finally made contact, placing a nice, big smooch right on top of him. At the same time, Nancy’s other hand came up, firmly cupping and grabbing his testicles, adding another sensation to the mix.

The little tart let out a whorish moan as she went deeper, engulfing his mushroom-shaped head with those soft, luscious lips. She felt him strain as she sucked on him, her movements slow, but methodical and measured and she felt excitement at the effects she was having. This was her little guilty pleasure. Some no-strings-attached fun with a guy that was hung like a horse. She had never done anything like this and she would make it memorable.

Massaging his balls with one hand, stroking his shaft with the other, suckling on his head while toying with his piss-slit with her tongue, Nancy was skillfully treating him in four different ways at the same time. She kept her soulful eyes fixed on his face at all times, gauging every reaction, every twitch, to garner intel about what he liked most and she adapted her approach accordingly.

“Fuck, Nancy,” Fletcher groaned when she swallowed him deeper, engulfing the entire head of his cock with the silky warmth of her mouth, “If I had known you sucked cock this well I would have fucked you sooner!”

Nancy chuckled, which sent vibrations through Fletcher’s dick before she pulled it out of her mouth while never stopping to stroke it

“Sure!” she grinned, rolling her eyes, “Cause that is totally your call…”

Before Fletcher could respond to her sarcasm Nancy let a long, thick strand of drool fall from her mouth and onto his cock, using her palm to spread it out while she went below. Once again, she poked out her long, pink tongue and lapped across the black man’s wrinkled ballsack, leaving a slimy trail of saliva.

“Fuck yeah, Nancy!” the huge man groaned. His hand came up and grabbed her hair – still wet from the shower - trying to push her down a little. “Lick my balls!”

The naked detective complied without second thoughts. Using her tongue, she lathered up Fletcher’s testicles in her warm spit with wide, open-mouthed licks until the wrinkly surface was utterly coated. Then, while still stroking his huge cock with her hand, she opened wide and proceeded to suck his left nut in between her lips.

The big man groaned in appreciation as she suckled and licked, spending several seconds on it before moving to the other one. He could hardly believe how good it felt, how skilled she was as she switched back and forth, shamelessly servicing his balls in a way he usually had to pay good money for.

“You really know how to suck dick!” he grunted. His hand was still entangled in her soaked hair, but he was doing little to take any form of charge, instead allowing the drunk Latina to proceed at her own pace.

Nancy gave him a saucy wink, her full lips smeared with her own spit as she let his ball pop out audibly. The eye contact was smoldering as she straightened and returned to his cock, taking it back into her mouth and swallowing it deep. She gagged as he hit the back of her throat, causing sparkling tears to spring from her eyes, but she couldn’t be bothered, taking him just as deep on the second stroke.

“Ohgod!” Fletcher hissed, his head dropping back again as lewd sucking noises began to fill the room with a rising intensity. Letting himself get carried away, he used her hair to pull her deeper each time, eliciting another retching reaction from her. This caused the blowjob to turn increasingly sloppy, as spit leaked from the corners of Nancy’s mouth and tears rolled down her cheeks, giving her an increasingly raunchy look. A silent look that exchanged between the two made sure that they both welcomed this.

Utterly enjoying the action, Fletcher glanced up at the room’s mirror behind Nancy, finding the appeal in the third person-view of what was going on. Nancy looked small, kneeling on the floor in front of his nearly seven-foot frame. She would definitely struggle to take his cock once it came to it. The idea made him smile.

Leaning forward, he moved to get a better look at the reflection of Nancy’s ass, the part of her that ultimately most of his dreams were about. The real thing certainly more than lived up to the fantasy: golden-brown, round and tight enough to bounce a quarter off. Due to the way she knelt as she sucked his cock like a five-dollar whore, he was getting the perfect ass-shot. He could see that beautiful, supple pussy peeking out from between her thighs, basically begging to be fucked hard. Such a gorgeous, little cunt! The things he would do to that.

Feeling devious, Fletcher used his grip on Nancy’s hair to **** her a little deeper. Taken by surprise, she gagged and retched violently, her body bucking against the invasion. A smile spread on the hacker’s lips as the convulsive movement of her body caused Nancy’s back to arch, pushing out her ass even further, which caused her buttocks to splay. In the dim light of the room he got his first look at Nancy McKenna’s perfect, little asshole. The tight, tan sphincter looked about as appealing as he had ever dreamed off, almost seeming to wink at him before it hid again between her cheeks.

“Fucking bastard!” Nancy grunted, her voice sounding a bit nasal by now. Nevertheless, she didn’t miss a beat, blowing the huge hacker enthusiastically.

“My bad!” Fletcher chuckled. It was time to take a more active role. He would really fuck this woman’s brains out!