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He watches like he already knows how this ends. I hold his gaze, still don’t look away. I don’t give him that. At least not yet. The atmosphere shifts when he steps closer. Not by much, but just enough. I feel it. His Big Black Cock energy. I track every movement he takes as it matters more than it should. Because it does. “I really don’t scare easily,” I tell him. My voice stays firm, in control. My body doesn’t flinch. But I feel the tension tighten anyway, low, it lingers, it’s intentional
 
He doesn’t speed up.  Never rushes anything. He knows how much I want his Big Black Cock Energy. He lets the silence sit between us. Let it stretch until it feels uncomfortable. Like something about to break as the pressure builds. I tilt my head just slightly to the side, studying him. Measuring. Decoding. At least trying to.

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“You’ve always been this cocky?” I ask. Obviously, I already know the answer. Of course, he’s cocky knowing he’s got Big black Cock Energy. He doesn’t need to reply; we both know. I feel it in the way he stands with his shoulders square and his pelvis tilting toward me. The way he looks at me is like I already belong to him. Like, I just haven’t admitted it yet. I step closer this time.
Close enough to put him to the test. Close enough to feel the shift in his breath.

“Use caution,” I say. But I don’t retreat or step back. I let the words hang between us, half warning, but mostly an invitation.

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Because I know exactly what I’m doing, so does he. I just really want to see if he does too. The space between us disappears slowly but surely. I linger with him. I let it happen, let the tension stretch until it actually aches inside my walls. Every second feels like he’s doing this on purpose, like we both know exactly where we’re … and neither of us wants to get there first. My back meets the wall, cold against the small of my back. Yet the heat between us ignites, not flickers. It grows.

He steps toward me, closer still. He’s so close that I can feel his breath before his hands. I can see the erection of his Big Black Cock Energy forming. Close enough that my thoughts don’t make sense the way they should anymore. I tilt my chin up, holding his gaze, refusing to break first. “Thought you said be careful,” he mutters teasingly. I smile a half smile, just a little.

“I did.” But I don’t move. I let my hands find him first, slow, intentional, like I’m learning him by just my touch alone. I don’t hesitate even a little; I don’t ask at all. As my hands find their way to his big black cock. The room goes quiet except for the shift of movement, the subtle changes in breath, the way everything fast or sharp turns heavy and charged. Every small movement feels much louder now. Closing the gaps. Like the world narrows down to just this.

Just him, just me, just us. I let my eyes close for half a second, not to escape it, but to feel it deep inside. Let it swallow me. Then I open them again, and he’s almost touching me. I lean in.

“Don’t run from me now,” I say softly

And this time, it’s not a warning, it’s a challenge. Before I even finish my sentence. He wraps me in his massive chocolate arms.  Once I feel his muscles rubbing against my swollen lips. I wrap myself around him tightly. I feel his washboard abs beneath me, igniting a sensation that feels oh so delicious. He braces me against the wall. Then he slides my thong to the side. The moment his mushroom tip parts my lips, I’m coating him with my sweet juices. As thrusts, he lifts me up and down to pound me hard. I squeal as his big Black cock Energy penetrates me deeply. A mix of pain and pleasure rushes over me. It hurts so good I scream in pure ecstasy.

The pain pulses through me. He forces me to cum and cream all over his rock-hard, big black cock. My orgasm rips through me as if he’s splitting me in half. I love the way he uses my pussy for his pleasure. As he chases his own orgasm. Without a care, he pounds me hard. Each long, deep stroke makes me scream in pain. I love every minute. Knowing my plum pink pussy is serving his Big Black Cock Energy.

He keeps going until I’m unsure if I can take any more. I’m in a daze. He slams into me like a rag doll. I’m taking every bit that he can give me. With one final thrust, he slams into me and pumps me full of his huge load. As his rock-hard Big Black Cock Energy pulsates into me. This is How I fucked Frankstein. I needed that Big Black Cock energy after all, I am the Mistress of Phone Sex

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