The Night I Broke Free: Reuniting with My Lover’s Massive Cock
The portal swung open as I turned onto his dark lane. My BMW stalled. I cursed, restarted, heart slamming. François stood on the porch, waiting. Two hours of drive crushed into one-fifteen. Stomach twisting. Face twitching in the rearview. Lipstick perfect. No panties—slipped them off in office bathroom. Midinette again. Pathetic.
I threw myself at him. Kissed wildly. He barely responded. Slid down. Unbuttoned his shirt despite the cold. Crouched. Fumbled his pants. Pulled out his soft, massive black cock. Even limp, too big for my mouth. Swallowed greedily. It stirred, thickened. Doubts crashed in. Why a blowjob? I hate sucking dick—except hubby’s rare moods. Am I collecting lovers like Emilie? Revenge? What the fuck am I doing here?
The Approach: Heart Racing Toward No Turning Back
Head spinning. Held his throbbing shaft. Tears pricked. But no. Questions kill this. His silence pushed me. Licked the tip, savored his precum. Shoved deeper. Gagged. Tongue on tender skin. Shiver up my spine. Nipples sparked—piercings hypersensitive. He grabbed my hair, lifted me. Hands on ass. Legs around his waist. Skirt hiked. Bare pussy pressed his abs. He grinned. Kissed me hard.
“You’re incredible, Fl…” Tongue invaded. He carried me inside. Bedroom. Sat on bed edge. I dropped to carpet. Sucked again. Coat off clumsy. Pullover yanked. Bra dropped. Stockings, heels only. Bobbed desperately. Couldn’t deepthroat thirty cm. Licked balls, back up. He stopped me. Lifted to bed. Straddled. Guided his monster to my wet slit. Sank slow. Filled completely. Relief. Ondulated hips. “You missed me…”
He gripped ass. Thrust up. Savage rhythm. Gasps echoed. He slowed my peaks—teasing. Frustrated, I rode harder. Hour later, unleashed. Arched. Nails dug pecs. Thighs clamped. Dry mouth. Stars. Trembled. Orgasmed endless. Collapsed on him. Not done. Fingers teased asshole. Hint.
The Instant: Raw Discovery and Explosive Sensations
Recovered. Undressed him fully. Bites, sucks. Kissed cock goodbye. Whispered, “I love you.” On all fours. “Gentle… please.” Spread cheeks. Tongue rimmed. Relaxed me. Fingers circled in. Then tip pressed. Pushed slow. Yelped at stings. Inch by inch conquered. Full. Immobile. Adapted. Then thrusts. Gripped sheets. Pubes tickled ass. Pinched nipple rings. Waves built. Came screaming. He exploded inside.
Kissed to sleep. Woke 4am. Quick fuck. Talked. “Why no calls?” “Your fucking—like you’re starving.” “Am I?” “Others?” “One or two.” Heart stabbed. Kissed anyway. “First black for me.” Smoked nude by window. Back to bed. Played nipples on his chest.
Dressed at 6am. Note: “Back tonight.” He didn’t call. Lived there daily. Cat too. Husband away. When ends?
