I Chase Big Dicks Even When I Shouldn’tttt

Size has always been my weakness. Porn makes it look like every guy is packing but in real life it is rare. When I actually find one who is big I go out of my way to get it. I do not even care if it means ditching plans or sneaking off.

The guy last night sat back in his chair with that look like he already knew what I was staring at. The outline was obvious in his jeans and it had my stomach tight. When we stood to leave I touched his pocket like it was a joke, then squeezed harder when we hugged. He grinned and I followed him out without even pretending to play it cool. In his room I was on my knees before his shirt was off. The bulge I had been eyeing dropped out heavy against his thigh and I wrapped both hands around it without covering him fully. The skin was warm, smelled faintly of soap and sweat, and when I licked up the side I could feel the vein pulse under my tongue.

I tried to take him deep but my jaw ached. Spit ran down my chin as I forced him further, throat gagging and eyes tearing. He kept one hand steady on the back of my head and pushed until the tip hit the back of my mouth. I was choking and drooling and still grinding my thighs together because it turned me on that bad.

When I pulled off to breathe my lips were swollen and sticky with spit. He pushed me back onto the bed and I climbed on top. Sliding down on him was almost painful at first, my pussy stretched wide open around him, but once I got used to it I could not stop. Every bounce made the frame squeak, sweat dripping down my chest, my nails scratching his shoulders while I ground down harder just to feel every inch. He flipped me under him when my legs gave out and pinned my wrists above my head. No break, no slow thrusts, just slammed into me so deep I could not hold back the noises. He spit in my mouth, made me swallow it, and kept pounding until my thighs were shaking uncontrollably.

He came across my stomach and tits, hot and messy, and I rubbed it in without even thinking. The room stank of sweat and sex, the sheets twisted under us, and I left before we even bothered with names.