The humid air hung heavy as Raven, all golden hair and overflowing curves, knelt before him. Her fingers, adorned with delicate silver rings, traced the thick, dark vein throbbing against his skin. A shiver ran down her spine – a mix of apprehension and raw desire. This was new, different, intoxicating.
“Ready?” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that vibrated against her lips.
Her answer was a slow, deliberate flick of her tongue, a teasing caress that sent a jolt of electricity through him. She took her time, savoring the moment, building the anticipation. His hands gripped her hips, urging her closer, but she resisted, drawing out the pleasure.
Finally, with a deep breath, she opened her mouth and took him in. Deepthroat wasn't just a word; it was an art. She felt the pressure, the slight discomfort, but pushed past it, focusing on the pure, primal sensation of his hardness filling her throat. Her juicy tits bounced with each deliberate movement, the weight of them a pleasant ache against her chest. He tasted of musk and forbidden pleasure, and she reveled in it.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that echoed in the small room. His hands tightened on her hips, guiding her, controlling the pace. The rhythm intensified, and Raven lost herself in the moment, her mind blank, her body consumed by sensation. Big boobs swung back and forth as she sucked cock.
She could feel him building, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. A bead of sweat trickled down her temple. The pressure increased, and she knew the release was imminent.
With a final, convulsive shudder, he erupted, filling her mouth with his hot, thick cum. She swallowed it all, savoring the taste, the victory. When she pulled away, her lips were slick and shining, her eyes glazed with satisfaction.
He looked at her, a mixture of awe and gratitude in his eyes. “Damn,” he breathed. “You’re amazing.”
Raven smiled, a slow, confident curve of her lips. “I know,” she whispered, reaching for him again. “And we’re just getting started.”
