Blue Angel's First Taste of Dark Chocolate

Blue Angel spent months craving cock, a thick and heavy one she could wrap her lips around. When Nat stepped into view, every inch of him looked edible. He led her straight to the bed. She peeled off the pink dress and heels, leaving nothing between her and the dark shaft already swelling for her. Nat stood at the edge and let her settle on her knees. She opened wide, tongue out, and took as much as she could. The stretch made her eyes water, but she pushed deeper, drooling down his length. He cupped her blond head and fed her slow, steady inches until her throat fluttered around him. Blue Angel moaned around the girth, spit slicking her chin, every swallow sending a fresh pulse straight to her core. When Nat eased her onto her back and slipped inside, he found that tender spot on the first stroke. Blue Angel’s back arched off the sheets, legs wrapped tight around his waist, while he rocked in steady, deliberate thrusts that made her clench and shake. She came loud, fingers digging into his shoulders, savoring every hot pulse until they both went still.