NOTE: VERY LONG READ

Basic stats from the original post:

5'11", half Black and half Japanese. Cute face. Athletic build with great curves—thighs and ass are definitely highlights. I've got a little bit of a monotone voice, but I promise I'm more enthusiastic than I sound!

First off, thank you to everyone who replied to my post! I usually take my time picking someone to meet up with and try to reply to people to thank them for taking the time to write such thoughtful responses. Unfortunately, I didn't get the chance to get back to everyone because I was trying to move quicker. I really appreciate all the genuine messages I received. So, thanks again for that, and I'm excited to share how this experience went!

Picking a Redditor

My inbox got a bit busy, and first impressions are key when looking for someone quickly. Did they read my post? Oh, he's interesting. Oh, he's hot and interesting. I had a couple of people I was vibing with, and they checked the boxes, which made the decision tough.

But ultimately, I was looking for someone with a bit more experience—someone who seemed chill but with just the right hints of excitement. That's where Jake stood out. He wasn't just experienced but also asked some solid questions that kept the conversation going and made it clear he was genuinely interested in making the meetup a good time for both of us. Plus, he threw out some suggestions for where to meet up, which streamlined things and took some of the pressure off me having to plan everything out.

Physically, Jake is 43, standing tall at 6'2" with a big, burly build—like the kind of guy who enjoys the gym but doesn't shy away from enjoying life either. He's had this great smile and said he has a deep voice that I found super attractive right off the bat.

We hit it off. He was confident but coy, a little cheeky, to the point but thoughtful, and he hit all the right notes in what I was looking for. So, when he suggested a drink in La Jolla, I was more than ready to meet and get my hopes up.

Getting Dressed

The weather was gorgeous, and I wanted to give off the right vibes, comfortable and a little flirty—something that would show off my body but still feel effortless. I'm typically more on the alt side (lots of black clothes, lol), but I decided on a pair of linen shorts and a black tank top to get that laid-back, beachy summer vibe I was going for. The shorts hugged my hips just right, accentuating my curves, and I got to show off my long legs. The black tank was snug enough to highlight my figure, especially my waist and chest. I loved that it also showed my toned arms and shoulders, with just a hint of cleavage to keep things interesting.

One of those outfits made me feel confident and sexy, but it wasn't like overkill and trying too hard to say, "Look at my body," lol.

I coupled it with a cute strapless bra and strap Brazilian thong that make my ratio look amazing, hahaha. I was feeling myself as I looked in the mirror, and I couldn't help but smile. It was cute and comfortable, and I knew it would be easy to slip off when the moment was right. I liked the idea that I could go from comfy cute to sexy real quick and back to comfy clothes afterward.

The Meetup

We picked a seaside bar to meet. It was a little busy but not too loud that I would have been annoyed. He was sitting at a small table, looking as good as I'd hoped—silver fox, tall, broad, and with that big, burly build that I love. He looked like he was trying to relax but was clearly excited to see me, and there was a little bit of nerves.

When he stood up to greet me, I couldn't help but smirk. He was big, and I was feeling it, lol. As soon as I walked up, he greeted me with a smile, his deep, rich voice instantly putting me at ease. There was something about how he carried himself, with a hearty laugh, that made me feel comfortable immediately. And then our first exchange was a little funny—he seemed a bit thrown off by my voice. I warned him! But I'm used to it. People think I sound a bit bored or disinterested, but I reassured him I'm excited to be here and I'm looking forward to seeing if we hit it off.

Looking a little relieved, he laughed and said, "I believe you. You look incredible, by the way. Better than the pictures somehow."

"Thank you!" I replied with a smirk and gave him a little turn. Before he could say anything, I couldn't help but say. "You're looking good yourself. So big…" I realize how thirsty it sounded, but I did not care. Lol I wanted to make sure he knew I was definitely into his size. He was flattered, and I could see some blushing.

He pulled out my chair, and we looked at the menus. Usually, I'm a whiskey gal, but I decided to keep it beachy this time, and I got a rum punch. We started talking, just small talk at first, and then when the drinks showed up, things picked up.

Flirty Fun at the Bar

After a drink and some small talk out of the way, I could tell he was starting to relax. I leaned in slightly with a teasing smile. "So, did I live up to your expectations? Or maybe you expected someone a little less...dry and direct?" I asked playfully.

He laughed, shaking his head. "Honestly? It's refreshing. I'm used to going through the whole dance, you know? The back and forth where no one says what they really mean. But with you, I don't have to guess. It's a nice change."

"To be fair, I did make a post saying I want this, this, and this, and I want to do this, this, and that," I replied, half laughing. He asked why I made the post anyway.

I laughed, "Sometimes I just want something or someone specific. No commitment. No games. I like to know what I'm getting into—literally and figuratively."

He blushed a little, clearly enjoying the boldness, but didn't back down. "Well, I can't argue with that. It's incredibly attractive, actually."

I blushed at his answer. Honestly, I'm always curious how people feel about meeting me under these circumstances. Like I understand we're both here for the same thing, but it's also like not the most conventional situation. His answer sounded genuine, and it put me at ease.

"So, what's your usual type? Do I fit the mold, or am I something different?" I giggled.

He leaned back in his chair, took a sip of his drink and gave me a thorough look before answering. The way his eyes scanned my body and were trying to get a read on me. It was intense and low-key a turn-on.

"You're definitely something different."

I laugh, "Different can be good, right?"

"Absolutely. I mean, physically, you're gorgeous. I'd be stupid not to be into you. But usually, I'm drawn to women who are a bit more... reserved. But there's something about you—your confidence, your directness—it's got me hooked."

I took a sip of my drink, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. "Good," I said playfully but laced with intent.

Jake leaned forward and had a mischievous look on his face. "So, I've got to know, am I your usual type? Or are you just looking for someone to pretend to be your mom's boyfriend?"

I almost spit out my drink. I couldn't help but laugh. It caught me completely off guard. Bold move. It took me off my game, and I didn't know how to respond. "You saw that, huh?" 😅

"Yep"

"And you still decided to reply?" I replied with a smirk. I was recomposed and playing along. "Well, it sounds like someone's into that idea," I teased, raising an eyebrow at him.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying how I was rolling with it. "I mean, I'm not opposed," he said, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. "If that's what it takes."

We laughed, and I answered his question, "But really, what is my usual type? I like someone who can keep up with me—mentally and physically. Someone who can have fun but isn't a complete doofus. Someone who knows what they want and isn't afraid to go after it."

He smiled, "Good to know. I think I'm holding my own, right? Plus, I got the mom's boyfriend thing in my back pocket if that helps." He winked.

I couldn't help but laugh again, feeling the energy between us getting more playful, more charged. "I hate you, but you're definitely keeping up so far," I admitted, giving him a once-over before I placed my hand on his big thigh and letting him know I had to find out if he could keep up physically. I couldn't help but smirk, knowing how lame that could sound, but I think I got the right reaction because I could feel him squirm a little.

He played it cool, but I could see the blush in his cheeks. "I'm going to guess you like keeping people on their toes."

I laughed a bit, scrunched my face, and smiled. I was having a lot of fun, and the tension between us was growing, the kind that made your skin tingle and your thoughts race. My hand gently moved on his thigh. "Good." His smile got big, and he got a little more comfortable and confident. "You're making it really hard to keep my cool, you know that?"

"That's the idea, big guy." Hahahaha not gonna lie. I really like calling guys that.

We had a good time at the bar for a bit longer. I could sense his eagerness, but it wasn't pushy. It was more like he was just excited. Jake mentioned he had a hotel room nearby. The idea of a hotel room for some naughty fun sounded freaking awesome—no distractions, just close the blackout curtains and have fun.

"That sounds perfect," I told him. My voice carried a hint of excitement that I knew he could pick up on. We agreed to finish our drink before we left, chugging it down as we laughed about how eager we both were. The tension was almost too much.

At the Hotel

When we finally got to the hotel, I could feel a mix of excitement and nerves bubbling up inside me. Jake must have sensed it, too, because as soon as we walked into the lobby, he paused and asked if I was okay. He even offered me an out if I wasn't feeling it, which I really appreciated.

I smiled at him, feeling reassured by his kindness. "I'm good," I told him, "But thanks for checking, it's really sweet." That little moment put me at ease, and we rushed up to his room.

Once we were inside, we took a minute to just settle in. I asked if I could put on some music and turn on the TV—something about the combination of sound and visuals made the atmosphere even more intense for me. It's hard to explain, but the overstimulation just adds to the experience and makes everything feel heightened and raw.

As we were getting comfortable, Jake turned to me. I watched his eyes drop down to my lips, then we locked eyes and slowly leaned in. The second our lips touched, I could taste the lingering sweetness of rum and juice from his drink, mingling with something raw and distinctly him. His lips were soft but firm, warm against mine. Each kiss felt like a jolt after all the buildup.

His tongue slipped between my lips, moving slowly at first, exploring, tasting, and savoring the moment. There was something deliberate about the way he kissed me—like he was holding back just enough to make me crave more. His tongue was warm and slick, and I could feel the slow, sensual glide of it against mine, sending shivers down my spine. I tasted the faint bite of the rum mixed with his raw, almost earthy taste, and it drove me wild. I wanted more, and I kissed him back harder.

Great kisser. It wasn't just the taste—it was the way his tongue moved, deliberately and teasing like he knew exactly how to push me closer to the edge. Every swirl, every flick of his tongue was slow and controlled, making me melt into him.

Jake's hands roamed my body, pulling me closer with a strength that electrified me. His desire was clear, and I pressed into him, letting the fire build between us.

Getting Started

He gripped me even tighter, his hands almost lifting me by my ass as he pressed me firmly against him. The intensity of his touch, kisses, and whispered praises had me lost in the moment. He broke the kiss just long enough to murmur against my lips, "God, I love your body." His hands continue to roam and massage every inch of me. "You weren't kidding about those curves. And this ass…"

I said thank you. Feeling emboldened, I playfully dropped my shorts, giving him the full view he'd been craving. His mouth practically watered, and he let out this soft groan. "Jesus, that thong… you look amazing," he said, his hands already twitching to touch me. I gave him a little nod, "Mhm...keep playing with it."

He gave me a couple of playful spanks, making me gasp a little and bite my lip as the sting turned into pure pleasure. His hands gripped me even tighter. The way he admired my body, the heat in his voice, and the way his touch lingered—had me buzzing. We continued kissing as he spanked and played with my ass. I felt completely desired and couldn't stop smiling against his lips.

Eventually, I couldn't take it anymore. I pulled back slightly, giving him a teasing smile, my voice low. "Alright, I really want to play with you now."

He leaned in for a quick kiss before I guided him to the couch. The way he moved was confident, but there was an enthusiasm about how quickly he took off his clothes that was cute. Not going to lie, I was kind of hoping he'd take his clothes off slower so I could enjoy it, but the anticipation was electric. I could see the excitement in his eyes as I peeled off my tank top. I thought for a second whether I should keep my bra on or not. I could see he really wanted it off, so I figured why not and snapped it off. I could see him mouth, "Oh my God," making me blush and smirk as I moved between his knees.

Enjoying Jake

Jake got comfy in the seat as I massaged his thighs and took a moment to really enjoy the sight of him as I rubbed his powerful thighs, admiring his burly, strong frame before slowly pulling down his waistband.

Nothing is quite as nice as seeing it in person. In fact, he felt bigger than I expected—easily over 7 inches, cut, thick, and exactly what I'd been craving. He had a few visible veins along the length and a slight curve to the left. And a head just begging for attention.

I love it when they're not completely hard, and they plop out heavy and thick. The sight alone caused me to let out an appreciative sigh as I wrapped my hand around him, feeling the weight and warmth.

Before he could respond, I leaned in and ran my tongue slowly from the base to the tip, savoring the feel of him against my lips. I couldn't help myself. And the way his breath caught in his throat and his body responded just encouraged me to keep going. I took my time painting him with my tongue. Really feeling every vein and getting a good taste of him.

Once I calmed down a bit, I couldn't help but start laying on the compliments and praise. "This is exactly what I've been wanting," I said, letting my eyes roam over him as my fingers danced across the length. "You're just so thick and perfect—look at this thing."

Jake really liked the praise. "That's all for you." His voice sounded really proud and amused. "You love big dicks, don't you?"

When I'm in the mood, I try not to overthink things and really let myself enjoy it all, so I looked up at him with a grin, not even trying to hide how much I loved this. "I really do," I admitted, my tone playful but absolutely sincere. "I have this big, kiss gorgeous kiss cock kiss in my hands." I was in my element, completely happy knowing that I could do whatever I wanted with it.

Jake absolutely loved every second of my attention and praise. His body responded to every touch and kiss—thighs tightened, and he'd exhale harder or rock in his seat. I was taking my time, getting sloppy and intimate, letting my lips and hands explore him as much as I wanted.

He groaned softly, his voice deep and full of desire. "You have no idea how good this feels," he murmured, his hand gently caressing my cheek as I worked him over. "Your lips… they're incredible."

He kept whispering things that made me shiver and encouraged me to keep going. He made me feel like he couldn't believe how lucky he was to have me right there with him. "You're doing so good, baby," he said, his voice low and husky. "Your mouth feels incredible."

I couldn't help but smile and coo with delight, loving the way he praised me. I respond really well to positive encouragement and hoped I wouldn't have to ask for him to be vocal, and he lived up to it. Every compliment only encouraged me more to make him feel incredible. I grabbed his hands and pulled them forward, motioning for him to kiss me, and he did. Our lips met, and I loved feeling his tongue effortlessly slipped into my mouth. The difference between that and his dick was startling. It was also a turn-on that he didn't hesitate when I wanted a kiss. Don't be weird, guys. Kiss during oral.

I giggled a bit and thanked him while he leaned back, and I focused on his amazing dick again. I slid my hands up and down his thighs before gently gripping him. I let my lips slide over him slowly, savoring the taste and texture, letting him know just how much I was enjoying this.

As I got comfortable between Jake's knees, I couldn't help but take my time, savoring every moment. My hands moved slowly along his length, feeling the warmth and firmness of him in my grip. I started by tracing the outline of his shaft with my fingertips, enjoying the sensation of his skin against mine. I could feel myself getting more turned on with every touch, and it only made me want to explore him even more.

I leaned in, pressing soft kisses along his length, starting at the base and working my way up. On the last kiss, I left my lips lingering on his skin and dragged them up and down, leaving a trail of warmth as I took in his scent. That got a reaction out of him, and I could feel my own excitement building. I also appreciated that Jake wasn't rushing me or trying to push things along—he was letting me do my thing, and I loved that he understood this was what I wanted from the get-go.

I have a little kiss to the tip, then let my tongue flick out, teasing him just enough to hear him groan in pleasure. The sound sent a thrill through me, and I couldn't help but smile as I took him into my mouth, wrapping my lips around his fat head slowly, savoring the fullness. I moved slowly, letting him stuff every inch of my little mouth as I slid him deeper, and then pulled back just as slowly, creating a deliberate rhythm that felt as intimate as it was pleasurable.

As I worked him over, I got a little sloppier, letting my saliva coat his shaft, making it slick and shiny. There's something liberating in just how wet and messy it was getting. I could tell he was enjoying it too—the way he moaned softly, his hand gently moved my hair so he could get a good look at me. It was clear he was letting me take the lead, and I couldn't have been more grateful for that. It allowed me to fully enjoy the moment and get lost in the sensations.

I noticed his eyes would scan over me, taking in the sight of my body as I leaned over him, my curves on full display. I wanted him to appreciate every part of me, so I armed my back a little bit. I took a quick rest and pressed my breast against his thickness. I meant to do it as a little tease while I rested a bit, but it actually felt really hot. He was absolutely covered in spit, and his firmness felt incredible against my soft tits and teased my nipples whenever it brushed against them, which only made me more eager to get back to enjoying him.

I let my hands slide up and down his slick shaft, alternating between stroking him and taking him back into my mouth. I could feel him getting closer, his breath hitching as I picked up the pace just a little, but I kept things steady, wanting to draw out the pleasure for as long as possible. The contrast of his pale skin against my lips, the warmth of his cock in my hands and mouth, the way his body responded to every touch—it was all exactly what I wanted, and I couldn't get enough.

Jake's voice, low with desire, kept encouraging me, telling me how incredible I was making him feel. His words were music to my ears, driving me to be even more attentive and more deliberate in every movement. I was in my happy place, completely absorbed in the moment, and nothing else mattered but making sure he felt just as amazing as I did.

Getting Deep and Edging

I looked up at him, locking eyes with a proud little smile before I decided to take things further. I shifted slightly, positioning myself to take him as deep as I could. Slowly, deliberately, I lowered my mouth over him, feeling the stretch as his thickness stuffed my mouth. The weight of him, the warmth, was overwhelming in the best way, and as I pushed myself to take more, I could feel every inch of him pressing against the back of my throat.

"God, he's so thick." The thought ran through my mind as I took him deeper, the sensation almost intoxicating. I could feel my lips stretching to accommodate him, my jaw working to take him fully. The pressure was intense but satisfying. "I want all of him," I thought, determination pushing me to keep going. I loved the way he filled me; every inch of him felt heavy and warm against my tongue.

His reaction was instant. A low, raw groan escaped his lips, and I could feel his body tense beneath me. I even saw his toes curling. His hands found their way to my hair, not pushing but guiding, holding on as though he needed the connection to steady himself. "He's losing it," I thought, a surge of satisfaction flooding through me. "He loves this." "I love this."

I kept going, taking him deeper, pushing myself to fit as much of him as I could, feeling the tip of him hit the back of my throat. The sensation made my eyes flutter shut for a moment, and my brain reset. My breath caught as I focused on the feeling of him in my mouth. My body responded to every inch of him; I was soaking wet. I slowly pulled back, only to take him deep again.

"I could feel him barely holding it together, his fingers tightening in my hair, showing how much he loved it as his composure slipped."

My lips wrapped tightly around his shaft, and I could feel my own body reacting to the sound of his moans and to the way his hips bucked slightly like he couldn't help but move his hips. The way he was losing control only made me want to push him further. "He's close. I can feel it. "

My hands worked him slowly as I took him deep again, watching his face, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut as he groaned out loud. I could feel him getting closer and closer to the edge. His breathing became ragged, and I could see the strain in his eyes as he tried to hold back. Finally, with a shaky breath, he asked if I could take a break.

We both caught our breath. He held my cheek and said that was amazing. I really want to go down on you now. His desperate, eager eyes offered to take care of me, and though I originally hadn't planned on it, his hunger to please quickly changed my mind. Already turned on by everything so far, letting him take the reins felt perfect. Smiling, I nodded and crawled onto the bed, my heart racing with excitement as he moved toward me, his eagerness adding a new intensity to the moment.

My Turn for Attention

Jake didn't waste any time. He climbed onto the bed beside me, his large hands gently gliding over my body, exploring with reverence. I enjoyed the intimacy of the moment. His fingers traced the curves of my hips and thighs, committing every inch to memory. The anticipation had my whole body tingling.

He leaned in, his breath warm against my skin, kissing his way down my body. Each kiss was deliberate; his lips lingered as he made his way down. When he reached my thighs, he paused, looking up with hunger and adoration. "You're incredible," he murmured, echoing my earlier words. Then, without breaking eye contact, he parted my legs, his hands gripping my hips as he lowered his mouth to me.

The first touch of his lips and tongue sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I arched my back and pressed myself closer to him. He was slow and methodical, savoring every moment while his hands held me firmly in place so I couldn't squirm away from the intense pleasure he was giving me. His tongue was wide and lightly sucked at my clit, driving me closer to the edge, murmuring soft words of praise. "You taste amazing," he breathed, thick with desire. "I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel."

Jake's big, powerful body moved over me, his size making me feel deliciously small. Because I’m so tall, I don't often feel small or dainty, but damn, big guys like him really do it for me. He pushed my knees up toward my chest, bending my body in a way that left me completely exposed. The contrast between his strength and the tenderness he handled me sent a shiver down my spine. His mouth found its target, and the intensity of his attention drove me wild.

I felt the weight of him pressing down on me, his broad shoulders and chest enveloping me in heat. His hands gripped my thighs, holding me in place while he devoured me. I gasped and moaned as he pushed me closer to the edge with every stroke of his tongue and smack of his lips.

His pace increased, his tongue moving with more urgency and purpose. The way he looked up at me, full of lust and determination, told me he was completely focused on my pleasure. My breathing became ragged, and I tangled my fingers in his hair, holding him close as he drove me wild with need.

At that moment, all I could think was how much I loved being with a guy like him. It wasn't just the physicality—it was the way he made me feel so small and cherished while simultaneously driving me crazy with pleasure. His tongue and lips were incredible, and I knew I was in for one hell of a ride.

As Jake slowed a bit, he relaxed his jaw a bit. But then, with a firm grip, he turned me over onto my hands and knees. The shift in position made my heart race, and I giggled softly, loving the thrill of his control. There was something so playful yet intense about the way he moved me that turned me on so damn much.

Jake didn't miss a beat. As soon as I was on all fours, he repositioned himself behind me, his big hands guiding me. The new angle sent waves of pleasure through me that were even more intense. I played it up, arching my back and giving a teasing wiggle, which earned a chuckle from him. "You're so cute and sexy," he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The contrast between his firm grip and tender words sent shivers down my spine. The TV and music kept pumping out noise. I couldn’t make any of it, my mind was lost, and I was focused on the sounds of his mouth kissing and sucking at my eager little muff.

While his hands roamed my hips, his tongue and lips continued to drive me wild. I grabbed a pillow to happily muffle my moans and giggles, which spurred him on. Our playful energy made everything feel light, fun, and unforgettable.

But as I felt Jake slow down again, savoring the final moments of pleasure, I knew it was time for me to retake control. With a playful smile, I looked back over my shoulder and said, "Okay, my turn again." Without missing a beat, I turned around, staying on all fours and eager to get back to what I had been craving all night.

Round Two - Hands and Knees

Not gonna lie; this isn’t my favorite position. My height can make the alignment awkward, but this time, it wasn’t too bad. He was kneeling on the bed at a good height. He looked so masculine—big thighs, soft stomach, but still rock hard. Plus, I know my body looks great at this angle, with my ass in the air for Jake to enjoy.

I grab him with one hand and give a couple of teasing licks before settling in a giving his head a lot of attention, sucking and moving it from one side of my mouth to the other (as much as I could, lol). I tilted my head, letting all my hair go to one side so he could see me. His body tensed up, and soon, his big hand gathered my hair, holding it out of my way so I could focus entirely on him.

His other hand began rubbing my body, tracing my curves before his fingers caressed the mound of my pussy. I tried to stay focused, but his fingers spreading my wetness and slowly moving into me made me moan all over his dick. I had to take him out to catch my breath. He didn’t stop, though, his fingers skillfully playing with me while I eagerly took him back into my mouth. The dual sensations—the warmth of him in my mouth and his fingers inside me—sent waves of pleasure through me.

His grip tightened in my hair when I forced him deep, and my pleasure grew with each of his touches. I loved how it almost felt like a competition, each of us trying to outdo the other. My moans were muffled when he’d touch me right, but the feeling got a reaction out of him. It was an intoxicating mix of power and pleasure, and I was lost in it.

As I took him back into my mouth, I couldn't help but love the feeling of him against my lips and tongue. The weight of him, the way he stretched my lips as I took him deeper, was everything I loved. Each time I slid him further in, I could feel the tension in his body, the way he responded to every flick of my tongue, every movement I made. There was something so intoxicating about knowing I had this effect on him that I could bring him so much pleasure with just my mouth.

His breath hitched with every slow, deliberate stroke of my lips. I would keep mental notes of which movements. Which spots got a reaction out of him so I could hit them the next time and make sure I got the best reaction out of him.

"God, your body is incredible," he murmured, his free hand roaming over my curves, tracing the lines of my hips and waist.

I really love little compliments like that, just out of the blue in the middle of it. It makes me want to keep going, and I just feel appreciated. It makes me want to please him even more. I paused for a moment, pulling back just enough to catch my breath and squeak out the words "spank me."

Jake's eyes darkened with excitement, and he didn't hesitate. With one hand still guiding my head, he brought the other down on my ass with a firm, satisfying smack. The sting sent a jolt of pleasure through me, and I couldn't help but moan around him, the sound vibrating through us both. The mix of his strength and the sharp sensation of his hand on my skin was exactly what I needed, and I knew he could tell by how I responded.

I rested my neck for a bit while he clearly enjoyed the effect he was having on me and gave me another spank, this one a little harder. The sharpness made me gasp, my body tingling with the mix of pleasure and pain. I loved how he took control and wasn't afraid to go for it. Each spank seemed to fuel the fire, making me even more eager to keep going.

When I felt my neck get a rest, he gave me one more spank. I gripped the base of his BWC and looked up at him, trying to give him my widest eyes while I slowly slid him inch by inch into my mouth. If I struggled a bit, his hand grabbed my hair and guided me the way his other hand played across my skin—it all combined into an intoxicating mix of power and pleasure. I pushed until my nose was against his skin, and I wanted to make this last, to draw out every second of pleasure for both of us and from the way he groaned and twitched under my touch, I knew he was loving it just as much as I was.

Big Finish and Goodbye

I could tell Jake was getting close—his breathing got more ragged, and his fingers slowed down as he tried to hold on. A moment later, he warned me, "I'm about to cum... there's going to be a lot."

Hearing that got me totally excited, and I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what he's going to give me. I shifted my position and laid on my back perpendicular to him. I wanted to make sure you could see my body, and I could still keep him in my mouth. I held him with one hand, and all my other played with my little pussy while my lips and tongue just focused right at the underside of the tip, and then I plunged him back into my mouth. That was enough to take him over the edge. He groaned, "Oh God, baby, I'm coming."

Hearing those words made me shudder. My whole body tensed as his finish spilled out of him on my tongue in a thick wave. First, I was hit by his taste; it was warm and slightly salty. Then, the sheer volume made me gasp, and I accidentally popped him out of my mouth.

He groaned and kept pumping. There was so much, and I could feel him covering me from my chin, to my tits and onto my stomach. I squeezed my left breast encouraging him to stroke and squeeze out the last drizzle of it on my tits. He put his softening dick back in my mouth for me to lovingly sucked up the rest of him. It happened quickly, but it felt like it lasted minutes. My body reacted to every bit he gave me.

The sheer amount was impressive, and I loved it. I love cum. One of my favorite kinks is knowing I’m the reason for all this pleasure. The more he came, the better I felt. Watching how much he gave me was such a thrill, and feeling it all on my skin amplified everything.

The warmth and wetness were incredibly satisfying. When I looked up at him, his eyes were half-closed in bliss, which was a massive turn-on. I lay there, just soaking in the moment. I could feel his eyes looking me over. My body was covered, the cum slowly moved across my skin as my chest rose and fell, and some was pooling a bit on my stomach. I felt so sexy.

Jake lay beside me, still catching his breath. He started praising me, his voice full of admiration. "You're amazing," he murmured, his eyes tracing over my body. "I can't get over how incredible that felt."

I couldn't help but blush his words made me feel even more radiant. "That was amazing. I loved every second of it." I kept my eyes closed and slowly massaged my skin. The way my hands glided over my body made me shudder, and I had to play with my nipples as I spread him more on my body.

"Thank you so much for all of this," I turned to look at him, my smile wide and genuine. "This was exactly what I wanted."

Jake looked surprised but not judging. He told me I looked amazing and that it was really hot how much I enjoyed it. "Wow. You weren’t kidding about liking it, huh."

Still lost in the afterglow, I felt a spark and asked when he’d be ready to go again. I could tell Jake wanted to but wasn’t quite ready after such an intense finish. He gave me an apologetic smile, and I reassured him, "Seriously, no worries at all." I know that sometimes, our bodies just need to recover, and I was really pleased with how everything had played out. That finish was was so intense and satisfying that it left me feeling content.

To reassure him, I smiled and said, "Don’t worry about it, seriously. Look at this." I glanced down at myself, still covered. "You did not disappoint at all.” I tasted more of him off my fingertips.

We laughed together, acknowledging how incredible that last round had been and how much it had taken out of him. "You were amazing," I told him, still glowing from the experience. "I wouldn't change a thing." He nodded, relieved that I wasn't disappointed, and we just lay there together, the music still going, but he had turned the tv off.

"Actually, I probably need to clean up a little. And as much as I want to stay, I should probably get going."

Reluctantly, I slipped out of bed and made my way to the restroom. I cleaned up just enough to avoid ruining my clothes but didn’t wipe it all away. I loved the idea of still feeling him on my skin as I got dressed. I wanted to wear some of it home with me.

When I came back out, Jake offered to walk me to my car, but I smiled and shook my head. "No need, rest up, big guy," I said with a playful wink. We shared an intimate goodbye kiss, a final gesture of affection, before I headed out.

As I walked into the cool night air, I could still feel him on my body—the lingering sensation kept me smiling all the way home.

Thank You so much for reading all this!

TL;DR

I was horny one Sunday afternoon and decided to meet up with a beefy silver fox from Reddit, shared some drinks, and went to his hotel room, and he was beefy indeed.

I sucked his BWC and played with it to my heart's content before he pushed my legs into my chest while he ate my little pussy like a pro. Then I got on all fours and continued to enjoy him while his fingers did magic, all leading to the big finish I was craving. I ended the night massaging his cum all over my body and leaving some on me while I drove home.

10 out of 10