Chapter 21. Creaming On Daddy’s Perv Best Friend: pt. 3

“Holy shit,” I whispered, my mouth watering. “It’s bigger than I dreamed. Look at those veins… fuck, I want it in my throat.” I wrapped my small hands around the base—barely able to circle it—and leaned in, my tongue flicking out to lap at the slit. Salty pre-cum exploded on my taste buds, making me moan. “Mmm, tastes so good, Daddy. Your big black cock is leaking for me.”

Zion angled his fingers in my hair, pulling hard enough to make my scalp sting. “That’s right, white slut. Worship this BBC like the BBC addict you are. Open wide.” He didn’t give me time to adjust; he thrust forward, the fat head popping past my lips, stretching my jaw wide. I gagged instantly, tears pricking my eyes as half his length invaded her mouth, bulging my cheeks. I hollowed them, sucking greedily, my tongue swirling around the underside while my hands stroked what I couldn’t swallow. Gluck-gluck-gluck—the wet, obscene sounds filled the room as he face-fucked me, his hips snapping aggressively.