Extra sausage?

Pizza delivery is here. A handsome black man stands at my door, pizza box in hand. I've been waiting long enough. My stomach's growling. But when I open the box the order's wrong. No extra sausage. Fine. I know exactly where to get what I need. Thick. Hard. Right here. I sink to my knees, unzip him, and take his cock into my mouth like I've been starving for days. He groans, hands in my hair. I suck until he's slick and pulsing, then stand, turn around, and bend over the counter. He pushes inside me without hesitation. Deep. Steady. My pussy grips every inch while my cheek presses against the cool marble. He fucks like he means it. I moan, loud, unashamed. Every thrust fills the empty space the missing pizza left behind. I asked for extra. I got it.