“Unnnnhh,” I moaned, tossing my head, my eyes half-closed in ecstasy. “Feels … so … good.”
“There’s more,” he chuckled gently against my twat. He dipped lower, letting his tongue trail the folds of my puss, exploring every nook and cranny, tasting that female juice, pungent and sweet. He pushed my knees up so that my ass was up in the air, completely bare for him and dipped lower to trail his tongue around my anus.
“Oh god!” I shrieked. I squirmed a bit, I was so embarrassed. I mean, I’ve been rimmed before, but it seemed so different with this man, so personal … so intimate. But Rafe wasn’t about to stop, nor was he wasn’t deterred by my hesitation. He bent his head and sniffed again, breathing in the musky smell of my ass and growled, “There isn’t a part of you that I wouldn’t touch.”
And with that, he poked his tongue into my back hole, tasting me, making me shriek with ecstasy, his wet, muscled appendage going into my rectum as he ran his fingers up and down my pussy before touching the little hole where his dick would go, inserting his fingertip, then pushing deeper so that his entire finger was embedded inside.
“You’re tight,” he rumbled, “I’ve got to get you looser because my cock’s not going to fit.”
I was taken aback. I’m not a small girl and I could accommodate most men, but what was he saying exactly? That he was bigger than an XXL? Oh god. Was this going to work? I fervently prayed yes, I didn’t think I could handle stopping anytime soon.
And Rafe was of the same mind, he just wanted to warm me up first before introducing me to the main event. Insistently, he kept tonguing my ass as he pushed a second finger in with the first, letting me adjust to the width of his two digits.
“Oh!” I squealed. It felt so good, tight but not uncomfortable at all.
Then came a third finger, followed by a fourth. Rafe was firm but gentle, allowing me to adjust as more and more was forced into my twat, my little lips stretched, my pussy still running like a fount even as he buried his entire hand in me.
“Oh!” I shrieked again, the sight of his fist planted in me insanely dirty and wrong. My legs were spread so wide, my kitty engorged and yet the lips tight like rubber bands because he’d planted his entire hand in me, only his wrist visible now, the rest cushioned in my warm insides. He moved his fingers slightly inside, tickling my walls before beginning a thrust in and out, trying his best to loosen me up, getting me ready for the big time.
And I was so turned on that my pussy gushed juices like it’d never done before. Rafe’s wrist was completely wet and a trail dripped all the way down to his elbow, my female cream musky and aromatic in the air around us.
“More,” I moaned as he fisted me, “more, more, more.”
“More is coming, little girl,” he growled in return, “believe me, it’s coming.”
And with that, he pulled his hand from me with a soft pop, the sucking sound wet and sensual at once. His hand was completely coated and he lifted it to his mouth, licking one finger, then another, gazing at me lasciviously the entire time, clearly enjoying my taste.
“Mmm, delicious,” he rumbled before dropping a kiss on one rosy nipple.
But I wanted, no needed more, and fast.
“Now Rafe,” I panted. “Please.”
And the big man didn’t hesitate. His clothes were off in a flash, that expensive suit crumpled on the floor and I gasped. Because he wasn’t just big … he was massive. His dick hung all the way to the top of his kneecap, the biggest donkey dong I’d ever seen, as thick as my wrist, growing even as I watched. It lifted in the air, clearly aroused, the tip dripping wetly, one massive vein tracing the top, another vein pulsing hotly on the underside.
Like a slave, I fell before him on my knees. Deliriously I opened my mouth, and the big man chuckled, looking down at me.
“Like what you see, huh?” he growled.
Wordlessly I nodded, bobbing my head, my mouth still open, and he did what I was praying for. He lifted that massive member with one hand and pointed it straight at my mouth, letting me take a suck of that glistening tip.
Oh god, he tasted good, a salty tang of semen coating my lips, a slight pulse of juice squirting into my mouth even as I surrounded the head with my lips. It was a struggle. His glans was so huge that I could barely stretch around the head, that solid, blunt muscle like a club.
But I wanted as much of it in my mouth as I could. I lovingly traced the vein on top, then the vein on the bottom before going back to his head and trying to suck as much as possible inside. Bit by bit, I edged the massive member into my throat, willing myself not to gag.