Hey y’all, it’s Aspen—20, dirty blonde pigtails, perky little tits pokin’ through my tank tops, and a small, tight ass that fills out my denim cutoffs just right. I’ve known for years that Mr. Jefferson, the 68-year-old black man down the street, can’t keep his eyes off me. Those big rough hands, that deep gravel voice… it always made my pussy tingle thinkin’ about what he was packin’.

One hot afternoon, I snuck into his backyard to “borrow” his hose. Caught red-handed, he stepped out on the porch, starin’ like I was his next meal. “Stealin’, girl? I could call your daddy.”

My heart raced—not from fear, but from the bulge I already spotted. I stepped close, battin’ my lashes. “Aww, sugar, don’t do that. Maybe I can make it worth your while… keep our little secret?”

I traced his chest, pressed my perky tits against him, arched so my ass rubbed his crotch. Felt that monster twitch—thick, hard, huge. “Mmm, what’s this big black beast hidin’? Bet that BBC could ruin me.”

Dropped to my knees right there. Belt undone, zipper down—Lord, it sprang free: ten inches of veiny, dark chocolate cock, thick as my wrist, leakin’ pre-cum. My small hands barely wrapped around it. I sucked the fat head, tongue swirlin’, gaggin’ as I took him deeper, slobber drippin’ while he gripped my pigtails.

He carried me inside, stripped me bare—pinchin’ my hard nipples, spreadin’ my drippin’ pink pussy. One thrust and he split me open. “Oh fuck, it’s so big!” I screamed as he pounded deep, my small tits bouncin’, ass slappin’ his thighs. Sweat-slick, contrastin’ skin, my juices soakin’ him.

I came hard, squirting around that massive dick. He pulled out, paintin’ my tits and belly with thick hot ropes. We collapsed, sticky and pantin’. I giggled, tracin’ his cum on my skin. “Secret’s safe… right?”

He chuckled. “For now, baby girl.”

And damn, I’m already plannin’ my next “visit.”

Shhh its a secret.

Aspen