Blake sauntered into the crowded nightclub, her curvaceous hips swaying with each confident step. She knew every eye in the room was fixated on her — the way her tight mini skirt hugged her full ass, the way her ample cleavage threatened to spill out of her low-cut top. But it was what was hidden beneath that skirt that really turned heads.

She made her way to the bar, stilettos clicking. A shy man beside her stammered out a compliment. Blake turned with a smile. “Why thank you, handsome. I’m Blake.”

She caught him staring at the bulge beneath her skirt. “Like what you see?” she teased. “Never played with a big-dicked beauty like me before?”

The man, Michael, blushed furiously. Blake leaned in. “If you’re a good boy, maybe I’ll let you see what’s under here…”

Before long, they were tangled together in the backseat of a cab, Blake’s skirt hiked up, her thick shaft out in full view. Michael dropped to his knees (figuratively), ready to worship every inch.

And Blake? Well, she had plans for him — long, messy, moaning plans.