The sun beat down on my skin, a welcome heat as I knelt on the grassy verge. Cars zipped past, oblivious to the sin unfolding just a few feet away. The rush of adrenaline was almost as intense as the anticipation of his cock.
“You sure about this, baby?” he whispered, his voice rough with desire. I nodded, my eyes fixed on the bulge straining against his jeans. This *public bj* fantasy had been building for weeks, and the *outdoors* element just made it all the more thrilling.
He unzipped, and his thick member sprung free, glistening in the sunlight. It was even bigger than I remembered, a monument to lust. A nervous giggle escaped my lips. *Indica Monroe* knew how to command a cock.
I took him in my mouth, savoring the taste. He tasted like sweat and raw masculinity, the perfect aphrodisiac. I slid up and down, focusing on that sensitive spot just below the head. He groaned, his hands tangling in my *blonde* hair. This was more than just *sucking dick*; this was a primal connection, a surrender to pure, unadulterated pleasure.
I pushed deeper, forcing myself to *deepthroat* him until he gagged. He pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with a mixture of pleasure and shock. “God, you’re incredible,” he gasped.
I continued my ministrations, my cheeks aching, my throat burning, but I didn’t care. I wanted to give him everything, to prove my devotion to his cock. A car horn blared in the distance, a reminder of the danger, but it only fueled my excitement. This was *oral* sex at its most thrilling, a *point of view* from a *teen* who craved the taste of a man's seed.
He pulled me up, his face flushed. “I can’t… I can’t hold back,” he groaned. I opened my mouth, ready to receive his reward.
His cum exploded down my throat, hot and thick. I swallowed every drop, my eyes locking with his. We were a pair of sinners, caught in a moment of forbidden bliss. The world outside faded away, and all that remained was the intense connection between us.
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Indica Monroe