I found myself in the bathroom upstairs at your (my boyfriend’s) house. I heard Malcom's voice coming from the living room. He is one of your good friends, and y’all were watching the game together. Malcom is a large black male with rumors of a huge cock. I had always been curious about his actual size, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him.
I looked at myself in the mirror, my short blonde hair falling in my face. I was in my white lingerie. I felt a stirring in my pussy as I thought about Malcom's cock. I knew I shouldn't be thinking about him like this, but I couldn't help it.
I heard footsteps coming up the stairs, and my heart started racing. I quickly fixed my hair and makeup, trying to compose myself. The door opened, and Malcom walked in. He looked surprised to see me, but he didn't say anything.
I felt her pussy getting wetter as I looked at him. He was so big and muscular, and I couldn't help but feel small and vulnerable next to him. I felt a sudden urge to touch his cock, to see if it was as big as I imagined.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying to sound casual.
"I came over to watch the game with your boyfriend," Malcom said, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine.
I couldn't help myself. I reached out and touched his cock through his pants. It was even bigger than I imagined, and I felt a surge of excitement run through my body.
Malcom looked at me, a smirk on his face. "You want to see it, don't you?" he asked.
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest. Malcom unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. It was massive, at least 9 inches long and thick as a beer can. I felt my pussy clench at the sight of it.
I reached out and touched it, feeling the heat radiating from it. I wrapped my hand around it, trying to gauge its size. It was too big for me to fit my whole hand around.
Malcom chuckled. "You like it?" he asked.
I nodded, unable to speak. I kneeled down and took the tip of his cock in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. Malcom groaned, reaching down to stroke my hair.
I took more of his cock in my mouth, feeling it hit the back of my throat. I gagged, but I didn't stop. I wanted to take all of him, to feel him deep inside me.
Malcom grabbed my head, thrusting his cock deeper into my mouth. I struggled, but I didn't stop. I felt him hit the back of my throat again, and I gagged.
"You're such a slut," Malcom said, his voice filled with lust. "You love my cock, don't you?"
I nodded, unable to speak. I felt him pull out of my mouth, and I looked up at him, my eyes filled with lust.
"I'm going to cum all over your face," Malcom said, grabbing his cock and stroking it.
I opened her mouth, sticking out my tongue. I wanted to taste him badly, to feel his cum on my skin. Malcom groaned, his cock twitching in his hand.
He came hard, shooting streams of cum all over my face. I closed my eyes, feeling it hit my skin. I opened my mouth, tasting his salty cum.
Malcom grinned, looking down at me. "You're mine now," he said, marking his territory.
I smiled, feeling a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I had cheated on my boyfriend with his friend, and I didn't feel guilty about it.
Malcom walked out as I looked on the mirror with his cum on my face. Smiling as next time I want him in all my holes.
I hear footsteps again thinking it’s Malcom wanting seconds but instead it’s you my boyfriend opening the door with cum on my face!!!
