An Evening of Creamy Chocolate Cock

An Evening of Creamy Chocolate Cock

I couldn’t wait for the exclusive chocolate and wine tasting event, a luxurious affair hosted by a renowned chocolatier in the heart of the city. As I slipped into my little black dress, showcasing my curves, especially my ample cleavage, I felt a tingle of excitement between my thighs. I knew exactly what I was craving: something sweet and satisfying, otherwise known as a creamy chocolate cock.

The venue was an upscale penthouse suite, exuding an air of sophistication. Soft jazz music filled the room as I entered, the warm lighting casting a sensual glow on the elegant decorations. I spotted a diverse group of attendees, all eager to indulge in the evening’s delights. My eyes immediately locked onto a tall, muscular black man standing by the chocolate fountain. His deep dark skin contrasted beautifully with the creamy cascades of melted chocolate. At once I wondered about his own creamy chocolate cock. He caught my gaze, and a mischievous smile played on his full lips.

With that in mind I approached the chocolate fountain, deliberately dipping a strawberry into the flowing chocolate, ensuring the thick liquid coated my fingers. The only thing in my mind was getting some creamy chocolate cock. I brought the strawberry to my lips, licking it slowly, my tongue savoring the sweetness. The black man, who introduced himself as Tyler, watched me intently, his eyes fixed on my mouth. “You seem to enjoy the taste,” he remarked, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.

It was almost as though he was about to finish his sentence with “creamy chocolate cock.”

“Oh, I do,” I purred, my blue eyes sparkling with mischief, thinking of his creamy chocolate cock. “But I’d enjoy it even more if I had something harder to dip into.”

At that point Tyler laughed, a rich, deep sound that made my pussy clench in anticipation. “Well, my dear, I believe I can accommodate that request.”

Then he took my hand, leading me away from the crowd. We found an empty bedroom, a private sanctuary where our desires could run wild. The room was dimly lit, with a king-sized bed that seemed to beckon us.

Tyler then gently pushed me onto the bed, his strong hands roaming over my body. He cupped my breasts, his thumbs teasing my already hardened nipples through the fabric of my dress. I arched my back, offering myself to him, my breath coming in short gasps. How big would his creamy chocolate cock be? With skilled fingers, he unbuttoned my cocktail dress, at once revealing my lace bra and the generous swell of my perfect tits.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, then I felt his warm breath caress my neck.

Then his lips found mine, and we kissed passionately. His tongue danced with mine, mimicking the sensual act of fucking. Meanwhile I could taste the lingering sweetness of chocolate on his lips, a delicious reminder of the evening’s theme. As our kiss deepened, his hands worked their magic, unclasping my bra and freeing my heavy breasts.

“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moaned as he took a nipple into his warm mouth, suckling and teasing it with his tongue.

Meanwhile, all I could think of was his big creamy chocolate cock.

His fingers traced lazy circles around my other nipple, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I writhed beneath him, desperate for more. Sensing my need, Tyler then trailed kisses down my neck, across my collarbone, and further south, leaving a trail of kisses on my sensitive skin.

“Please,” I begged, my voice hoarse with desire. I kept thinking of the hot BBC bull I’d fucked not too long ago. “I need more, Tyler.”

Tyler paused, and afterward he chuckled against my skin, the vibrations causing me to squirm. “Patience, my sweet Carmen. I plan to savor every inch of you.”

With that, he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties and slowly slid them down my legs, his touch electric. I lifted my hips to aid his efforts, now completely naked and exposed to his gaze.

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