As I walk into the dimly lit room, my heart races with anticipation. The air is thick with arousal, and the scent of sex hangs heavily in the air. There's no denying it; the energy in this room is electric, and it's all thanks to that big, fat cock throbbing between his legs.
I can see him from across the room - a vision of masculinity in a world full of emasculated men. His body is a temple of muscle, adorned with tattoos that tell stories only those who know how to read them can decipher. As he approaches me, I feel my pussy wetting at the thought of what's about to happen.
His hands are rough, calloused from years of hard labor and even harder fucking. They reach out to touch me, his fingers tracing the curve of my hip before moving lower, grazing the thin fabric that covers my slit. I tremble under his touch, feeling him through the material - long and thick, pulsating with excitement.
He takes hold of my waist, pulling me closer to him, our bodies pressed together, the warmth of our skin seeping into one another. His dick is rock hard now, pressing against my thigh like a throbbing extension of his dominant masculinity. He pushes it up between us, rubbing it against my clit through our clothes until I'm writhing in need.
He lifts me onto the table, exposing my bare cunt to him. With a low growl, he rips off my panties, exposing my slick folds to his hungry gaze. His big hands grip my hips again, drawing me towards him before he surges forward. The head of his cock breaches my entrance, stretching me wider than ever before as it enters me inch by glorious inch.
As he pumps into me, I feel every vein and ridge along the length of his throbbing member - a testament to its size. Each stroke is rougher than the last, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my entire body.
He lifts me off the table, bending me over it so that I can feel each thrust more deeply. He's in control now, fucking me harder and faster than before. My clit throbs against his pelvis with every stroke, aching for release but not quite there yet.
Suddenly, he pulls out of me, leaving my pussy gaping open. I glance over my shoulder to see him standing tall, holding his massive cock in his hand. He walks up behind me and positions himself at my entrance once more. Then, without warning, he plunges back inside me, sending a jolt of pleasure through every nerve ending in my body.
His thrusts become erratic, wild even, as if he's trying to punish my tight little pussy for daring to resist him. Each time he enters me, I can feel his huge balls slap against mine with each powerful thrust. It's not long before I can feel the first wave of orgasm building deep within me.
Just as I reach my peak, he pulls out again, leaving me gasping for breath and yearning for more. He spins me around, pinning me to the table with his massive body. My legs are spread wide open, exposing everything to him - every bit of me that craves his thick thunderbolt.
He pushes my legs further apart, spreading them so wide that it feels almost painful. But there's no pain, only pleasure as he enters me once more. With each thrust, I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge. Then, just when I think I can't take anymore, he lets loose, filling my pussy with his hot, sticky cum.
As we lie there panting in the afterglow, I look down at his spent cock still pulsating between us. It's a testament to our sexual encounter - a celebration of big dick energy that will leave me craving more for days to come.