Fast-forward. One hand gripped his thigh. Free black porn No pressure. His body twitched with every pass of my tongue, his breathing ragged. But there was something about the act, the edge of it. It wasn’t love. He looked up at me, casual but focused. Clean, compact, and surprisingly cozy. I wanted to watch—and that watching turned to wanting. hit me harder than expected. His cock starts to thicken and pulsate, rope after rope of cum spraying my tongue. It wasn’t love. No promises. Fistfights in parking lots. That’s when I lost my virginity. I swallowed every drop and I kept going. Something had happened to me when I was young. “Open your mouth.”
I did as he asked, tilting my head back with my mouth open, tongue out, eager for a treat. My own place. Hard pass. My own place. His semi hard cock flopped out of his pants; it was freshly shaven, smelling slightly of a man soap, likely old fashioned if I had to guess. I waited until he drove off, then climbed back into my car, panting, aching.
