He told me to slip into a sexy red lingerie — the kind that lifts my big tits and hugs my MILF curves like a second skin. Then he said, “Get under the table.” On my back. Legs slightly apart. Heart racing. And that’s when I felt it. From above the table… a strong, smooth black hand slid out through an opening. Fingers warm, confident, hungry. It slowly made its way to my face having me taste his fingers, then the hand made its way down to my huge tits where he slid my lingerie to the slide exposing my tits. The hand teasing me pinching my nipples and making me moan — helpless, dripping, already addicted to a man I couldn’t even see. Then the hand vanished… Seconds later it dropped… And holy fuck — a monstrous black cock surged upward, thick, veins like ropes, the tip glistening with pre-cum. All I could think was: “Suck it. Swallow every inch. Make him ruin my face.” So I did. Head down, lips stretched, throat open — I deep-throated that thick BBC like my life depended on it. One hand jerking the base, the other squeezing my big tits as I moaned around his shaft. I looked down the length of him — no face, just power, just dick — and knew I was about to be covered. Then it happened. Pulse after pulse — hot, thick, endless — spraying across my tits, my neck, my lips, my cheeks. I didn’t flinch. I arched into it. Begged for more. Let it drip, let it stain, let it prove I’d been claimed.
