Massive black cock: Taking me for a spin

Massive black cock found me at the park and ruined me.

Massive black cock – The park was glowing, drenched in that perfect autumn light that makes everything feel a little more magical. I was weaving my way through the winding paths on my bike, white dress trailing behind me, feeling the crisp air bite at my nipples. I should’ve been paying more attention. The bike jolted, my back wheel catching on something. I was tumbling to the ground in a heap of exposed skin, and tangled fabric. My palms stung as they hit the pavement, and my dress got caught in the spokes. I muttered curses under my breath, brushing hair out of my face as I sat up, that’s when I noticed him.

The outline of his big black cock pressing out of his pants. He was standing a few feet away, tall and solid, with warm brown skin and brown hair that caught the sun in the light. His dark eyes held a mix of amusement and concern, and when he offered his hand it was warm and firm as he helped me to my feet, and I couldn’t help but let my eyes linger on that massive black cock again. There was something about him as he grinned down at me noticing the length of him. Something dominant and calm that made me feel instantly at ease, despite the fact that you could see most of my curves and panties peeking out through the torn fabric.

His massive black cock hardened…

“Thanks,” I said again, brushing dirt off my dress. As I bent to gather my things, I spotted the sketchbook tucked under his arm. Something about it caught my eye. I couldn’t help myself. “Are you an artist? Can I see?” He glanced down at the sketchbook, then back at me. Bold, I know. But he didn’t seem put off. Instead, he opened the book, flipping through pages filled with stunning sketches of beautiful naked women, people captured in these fleeting, perfect moments. Each one was so alive, so detailed, I couldn’t stop staring.

He tilted his head, studying me like I was a puzzle he hadn’t quite solved. “Its funny,” he said finally. “I was looking for my next muse & the universe delivers you half naked at my feet.” I froze, understanding what he meant. His massive black cock twitched in his pants and my first instinct was to blush, but there was nothing suggestive in his tone. Just a quiet reverence that made me feel sexy in a way I hadn’t before. I swallowed hard and stood. Slowly, I removed my coat, then unbuttoned my dress, folding everything neatly beside me. I felt the autumn breeze on my bare skin, cool and electric, and when I turned to face him again, his gaze was steady, calm, and warm.

I lifted my eyes to meet his.

He gestured to a log a few feet away and I perched on the edge, folding one leg and letting the other stretch out. The position felt natural as the wind played with my hair and I let myself forget how exposed I was. He began to draw and his eyes moved over me as if memorizing every curve with hunger. Finally, he stopped, sat back, and placed the sketchbook next to me. Revealing that his massive black cock was rock hard after learning every inch of my body. I stared at the drawing, my breath catching in my chest. He’d captured me. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered. “You’ve made me beautiful, sexy even.”

“You were already beautiful and sexy, ” he said, his voice low and sure “an innocent I wouldn’t mind ruining.”  Something inside me stirred at his words and before I could stop myself, my body took over as I crawled naked into his lap. Finally, we pulled apart, I was still grinding on his cock through his pants, my greedy cunt pounding with my heartbeat. “Will you let me take that innocence?” He asked, his voice deepened with the need. His smile was soft, and his thumb brushed against my cheek. “I’m not as innocent as you think, so just wait until I tell you how I have been cucking my boss.” He laughed with me as I unzipped his pants letting that massive black cock out to show its full glory. Will I be his dirty secret?

What delightful ways will he use my body? Will I bring him along to help me cuck my boss?

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