Anya Sucks Cock

Anya just stared at it. It was …amazing. In all the time her and Marcus had been together, she had never seen anything quite as large as Cole’s massive manhood. She sidled up closer to it, her manacled hands reaching out to gently touch the fat black cock.

Cole looked down, putting out his cigar and blowing out one last puff, “That’s it baby. Mmmmm… get me nice…. And hard.”

Anya was face to face with the large, thick cock. Her hands barely containing the full girth of Cole’s cock. She looked up at Cole, then back to the dick, her tongue wetting her lips as she placed a gentle kiss on the bulbous tip.

Cole just groaned, biting his bottom lip, “Mmmmm… yeah baby. Marcus didn't have no shit like the Cole-Train did he?” His hands stroked through Anya’s short blonde hair, gripping her head as he nudged her forward. “Say ‘I’m your bitch’,” Cole said as he stroked her cheek.

Anya kept licking at Cole’s cock, “I’m… I’m… your… bitch,” she said meekly trailing off at the end.

Cole swiftly slapped her *WAP* stunning Anya. She looked up at Cole with rage in her eyes. “Ah ah ah,” Cole said as he gripped her hair tightly, “this time … with meaning”

Anya felt the sting in her cheek but composed herself. She looked down at the ground for a second before looking back at Cole’s massive member and then his face looking down at her, “I’m your bitch,” she said as she took her wet tongue and slid it past Cole’s cock.

Anya opened her mouth slowly, the large black cock sliding in more and more. She started to lose herself in the throws of erotic passion. Her mouth felt more and more of Cole, his cock sliding in and out of her, her mouth stretching wide to take it all in. She could feel her body heating up, her heart pulsing faster, her pussy getting nice and moist.

Cole reached down, stroking the side of Anya’s face gently, “Mmmmm… that’s it baby, keep me nice and hard.” The slurping sounds getting louder and louder as Anya gagged on the mighty shaft drilling deep down her throat.

She was just about to lose it when Cole tugged Anya’s hair back, dragging her head of his wet shaft. His cockhead left a trail of Anya’s saliva still connecting the two before it dropped off.

“Time for some real relaxation now girl,” Cole’s gruff voice said as he pressed a button and unlocked the cuffs, the manacles hitting the floor with a thud. “Get dressed,” he said pointing to the negligee.