I’ll never forget the day I lost my big black cock virginity. My name’s Ava Monroe, and I’m a blonde bombshell with a penchant for getting naughty. At 19, I’d already slept with my fair share of white guys, but nothing could prepare me for the explosive pleasure a BBC (big black cock) would bring.
It started with a night out at the club with my girl squad. Dancing, drinking, and flirting with the hunks that swarmed us was all in a night’s work for a slut like me. But when my friends headed home, I decided to stay a little later, intrigued by the dark-skinned, muscular bro who kept eyeing me from across the room. His name was Tyrone, and he had this intense, dominating presence that made my pussy throb just thinking about it.
As the night wore on, we struck up a conversation, and I discovered Tyrone was not only hung but also packing the girth I craved. We made plans to meet up the following day for a private rendezvous. My mouth watered at the prospect of finally experiencing a thick black cock.
The next afternoon, I found myself in Tyrone’s plush hotel suite, my body already aching for his touch. As he closed the door behind us, I unzipped my tight dress, letting it pool at my feet. His eyes devoured my nearly naked form, and I could sense his hunger for me.
“Tyrone, I want you so bad,” I panted, rubbing my tits and grinding my soaked thong against him. “I need that big black cock inside me.”
He smirked, his large hands roaming over my curves. “Patience, baby. We’re gonna take this slow and make it last.”
I whimpered as he guided me to the bed, circling my clit with his thumb while he kissed down my neck and chest. My breasts spilled from his grip as he latched onto a nipple, sucking and gnawing until I was writhing in pleasure.
“Holy fuck, Tyrone…I’m so wet for you,” I moaned, tugging at his clothes impatiently.
Finally, he kicked off his pants, and I caught a glimpse of his magnificent cock – huge, vein-ridden, and glistening with precum. I drooled at the sight, my slit clenching around nothing.
Tyrone positioned me on all fours and notched his thick shaft against my entrance. “Beg for it, Ava,” he commanded, giving my ass a firm slap.
“Ahh! Please, Tyrone, give it to me! I need your BBC so bad!” I cried out, pushing back against him.
With a low grunt, he thrust forward, and I felt every tantalizing inch of him stretch my pussy wide open. The burn mixed with pure ecstasy as he filled me to the brim. I was seated on his cock, my tight cunt milking his length.
“You’re taking it so well, baby,” Tyrone praised, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled back and slammed in again.
I screamed in delight, my clit throbbing from the deep penetration. His strokes were powerful and unrelenting, hitting that sweet spot inside me that made stars burst behind my eyelids.
As he pounded into me, Tyrone reached around to rub my clit, sending me plummeting into a dizzying orgasm. My inner walls convulsed around his cock, milking it for all it was worth. He groaned, his hips snapping faster as he chased his own release.
And then, with one final, brutal thrust, Tyrone buried himself to the hilt, his thick cock pulsing as he spilled his hot seed deep within me. I collapsed onto the bed, my pussy still quivering from the intense pleasure.
As I caught my breath, I swore I felt a little piece of my heart walk out of my room that day. But I didn’t care – I was hopelessly addicted to the forbidden fruit of Tyrone’s BBC, and nothing would ever make me give it up again.
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