Taylor Wayne

Recently, the tiring routine of my day job is sapping all my strength. When I return home at night, I pleasure myself until it becomes creamy while thoughts of a large ebony phallus fill my mind. One day, I impulsively decided to flirt heavily with Shane Diesel at his workplace.

I noticed him sneaking glances at my undergarments and my breasts, nearly spilling out of my top. What started as professional interaction quickly evolved into a moment of pleasure as this British seductress eagerly went down on a black member that was comparable in thickness to the iconic Big Ben tower. As his manhood thrust into my mouth, my excitement grew as his impressive size tantalized my senses.

I attempted to keep quiet to avoid detection, but handling such a substantial ebony phallus without making a sound was impossible. The pleasure I experienced was unparalleled, as it had been too long since my intimate parts had been pleasured by such a dark appendage. Every thrust brought me closer to ecstasy, and I felt incredibly fortunate as a British woman when his eruption of dark fluid covered my face.

I made a mental note to pay closer attention to the office's rules on sexual advances in the future.