Impressed by Size

She looks hard to impress. That usually works out in her favor. Today it does not. He has the house, he has the bike, and he has the one thing she cannot stop thinking about. Thick, black, already heavy against her tongue. She takes it deep, lets spit run down the shaft, then turns so the head presses where she wants it most. He pushes in slowly. Her body gives, then tightens, then opens wider. Every inch sinks deeper until her ass sits flush against him and she feels the stretch pull a long breath from her chest. He starts to move. She braces, meets him, rides the rhythm until her fingers claw the sheets. When he pulls out she drops to her knees and holds her mouth open. The first thick rope lands across her tongue. The next paints her cheek. She swallows what she catches and wipes the rest with her thumb, lips parted, eyes already asking for more.