As I straddled Cutler X’s massive cock, the table beneath us creaking in protest, our eyes locked in a searing gaze that left no doubt about our intentions. The air was thick with the scent of sex and sweat, my mouth watering at the sight of his dick, its dark head glistening with anticipation.
I wrapped my hand around the base, feeling the ridges and veins like a roadmap to paradise. Cutler’s hands grasped my hips, holding me in place as I began my slow descent onto that black dick pogo stick. The sensation was electric – it was like riding a wave of pure pleasure, his cock spearing me with each stroke.
I rose up, savoring the view, before sinking back down to meet his thrusts. Cutler’s eyes never left mine, his face a picture of raw desire as he watched me ride him with reckless abandon. I felt like a porn star in the making – my body moving in sync with his, our sex a symphony of suck and stroke.
But it was when I took that dick into my mouth, feeling its girth expand on my tongue, that Cutler’s groans turned to full-blown moans. His cock throbbed in my hand as I sucked him off, the taste of pre-cum and sex a heady elixir that left me craving more.
I released his dick with a pop, my mouth still tingling from the intimacy, and leaned back on the table, my eyes never leaving Cutler’s. It was time to return the favor, to take that black cock deep into my throat and make him forget his own name in a frenzy of oral sex. And as I wrapped my lips around it once more, I knew I’d found my perfect match – in this moment, we were one, lost in a world of gay porn fantasy come true.
