Black for Veronika

Veronika has never taken a black cock before. She says it out loud, then laughs at how honest it sounds. Her mouth wants to try. Her hands want to feel the weight. Her feet want to press and slide until toes curl around heat. She reaches for the thick chocolate toy on the bed and brings it straight to her lips. She licks the head, slow, testing how far her tongue can stretch. Spit glistens on the shaft as she strokes it with both hands, rolling her wrists, getting the rhythm right. Then she lowers, arches a foot, and runs the toy along her sole. The skin is soft, pale against deep brown silicone. She presses harder, cradling the length between her arches, pumping once, twice, until her thighs tense. Every few strokes she lifts the toy back to her mouth, sucking it deeper, practicing the wet sounds she plans to make when the real thing shows up. Her breathing grows heavier. She keeps working both ends, lips and feet trading places, until the toy shines and her skin feels fever-warm.