She started kissing him slowly starting from the center of his chest, the line down his sternum to the taut plane of his stomach. His scent hit her first, clean and dark and intoxicating, and then the taste of his skin followed, warmer and more addictive than it had any right to be.
A small, cute growl of hunger left her throat as she kissed lower, bit him just hard enough to feel him tense, and, with surprising ease, dragged his pants open and down and let his cock fall heavy into the air between them. His crown was already wet from her grinding and flushed dark, and the whole of him was thick enough that her black eyes dropped to it and simply stayed there.
She could have sworn she had never seen his cock like this; not without him enlarging himself on purpose.
He was huge.
So it wasn't just her imagination!
