I stumbled upon Ricky’s porn studio in the heart of San Juan, seeking a taste of the island’s notorious cock culture. Little did I know, I’d soon be drowning in its uncut fat dick.
Ricky’s eyes gleamed like the Caribbean sun as he surveyed my eager face, his gaze lingering on my tongue, ready to do its job. “You’re here for a blowjob, eh?” His husky voice sent shivers down my spine.
As if summoned by his words, my mouth began to water, craving that uncut fat dick of Puerto Rican legend. Ricky’s cock sprang free from the confines of his briefs, and I felt like a moth drawn to a flame. The swollen head beckoned me, glistening with a sheen of precum.
My lips wrapped around the thick shaft, feeling its ridges and veins as it slid across my tongue. The salty flavor of Ricky’s skin mingled with the musky aroma of his cock, an intoxicating combination that left me breathless. I sucked harder, the suction pulling him deeper into my throat.
Ricky’s hands tangled in my hair, his fingers twisting the strands as he fucked my mouth with abandon. “Ah, sí, m’ijo,” he groaned, “that’s it – suck my dick like a Puerto Rican porn star.”
The sounds of our encounter echoed through the studio: the slurping, the grunts, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh. As I sucked on his uncut fat dick, I felt like I was drowning in the sea of desire that surrounded us – a sea that only this beautiful island could create.
With each stroke, Ricky’s cock seemed to grow thicker, more insistent, as if demanding that I give it all I had. And so I did, my throat contracting around its girth, milking every last drop of cum from the source of all pleasure. When we finally parted, I was spent, my mouth still tingling with the memory of that uncut fat dick’s glorious invasion.
