Boys' dream

Lucky me, I’ve got her. Blonde, burning hot, the kind every guy pictures but few ever touch. She’s mine, and she knows it. She slips between my legs without asking, lips parted, eyes sparkling like she’s about to steal something. Her mouth opens wide and she takes me down, slow at first, then deeper, letting the wet heat of her throat swallow every inch. She hums around me, throat working, saliva slipping down her chin while she pumps with one hand and cradles my balls with the other. The second I groan she smiles around the shaft, proud of the mess she’s making. When she climbs on top her skirt rides up and her bare cunt settles against my cock, slick already. She sinks down, takes me raw, the pill letting me flood her whenever I want. She rides hard, hips snapping, blonde hair swinging, moaning every time my tip kisses her cervix. I grip her waist, watch her tits bounce, and the only thing on my mind is that she’s mine and this is every boy’s dream in the flesh.