Gold Digger

He often teases me about being a gold digger, tossing out little jokes whenever we go out to a nice restaurant or when he buys me something expensive. Apparently he thinks I am with him only for the money, as if my affection is somehow tied to his wallet. The truth is far simpler and much dirtier: I am a complete cock fiend who lives for the feeling of getting railed by his thick cock. Nothing else matters as much as that hard length filling me up.

One evening the teasing started again, and I decided enough was enough. Clothes came off in a hurry, shirts and pants tossed aside until there was my boyfriend standing there with his raging cock already stiff and twitching, clearly needing some serious attention. I dropped to my knees without hesitation, wrapped my fingers around the shaft, and took him into my mouth. I sucked him deep and wet, swirling my tongue around the head while looking up at him, then pulled back just long enough to tell him I needed him to fuck me with it right away.

When you have a pussy as tight and small as mine, even an average cock would feel huge, but his is thick enough to stretch me open in the most intense way. He pushed me onto the bed, lined himself up, and drove in hard. From that first thrust, he pounded into me like a jackhammer, hips slamming against mine in a relentless rhythm that left me gasping and gripping the sheets. Every stroke hit deep, the friction and pressure building until I was shaking. He kept going without slowing down until I felt him thrust one final time, burying himself to the hilt as he shot his hot cum deep inside my little womb, pulsing and filling me completely while I clenched around him.