Cumming Over My Panties
As I stood before him, my heart racing in anticipation, his gaze roamed over my body like a hungry predator. His eyes, dark as the night, fixed on my cock, already hard and aching for attention. My mind reeled at the thought of this man, with fingers deft as a porn star’s, grasping my dick.
He took a step closer, his hand extended in invitation. The camera was mere inches from my crotch, capturing every twitch, every bead of precum that escaped my penis like tiny jewels. His grip on his own cock tightened, and I knew he was ready to take me to the edge.
My hands trembled as I reached for him, my fingers closing around his dick in a firm, hungry grasp. It pulsed with life, a cock made for sucking, for taking deep into my throat until I gagged on its girth. My mouth watered at the thought of those first few strokes, the way he’d thrust his dick into my willing mouth.
As I began to suck him off, his hand rose to cup my balls, rolling them gently in a possessive caress that sent shivers down my spine. My eyes met his, and for an instant, we were lost in the raw, animalistic need that drove us both. The sound of our heavy breathing filled the air, punctuated by the slurping sounds of our cocks meeting.
He was a master of oral sex, his mouth a furnace that devoured my dick with unrelenting hunger. I felt myself being pulled under, my senses overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of his desire. In this moment, all that existed was the two of us, bound together in a primal dance of cock and mouth.
And when he finally came, his cum shooting forth like a fountain, I knew I was next. My own orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my dick spewing its load into the air as I cried out in release. The camera captured it all – every moment of our sweaty, glorious coupling, our dicks locked in a primal embrace that left us both spent and sated.
