In the dimly lit confines of our shared hotel room, he stood before me; his thick, rigid cock jutting out from his slacks like a colossal, pulsating erection begging for my attention. I couldn't help but notice how it throbbed and twitched, as if trying to will itself into my waiting hands. His meaty manhood was the very embodiment of raw, animalistic desire; an enticing and intimidating sight that left me both wet with anticipation and slightly frightened of what lay ahead.
With a shaky breath, I reached out tentatively, running my fingers along the length of his impressive endowment. It felt like steel, slicked over with pre-cum that glistened under the soft glow of our bedside lamp. He groaned softly as my touch sparked a new wave of pleasure, and I couldn't resist tracing the veins that ran up and down its swollen surface.
He stepped closer, his chest heaving with every labored breath. His fingers traced the contours of my face, teasingly brushing against my lips before delving deeper into the cavern of my mouth. I relished in the sensation of having him inside me again, tasting him as if it were the very essence of his being that I craved.
"Take it," he growled, guiding his throbbing member towards my eager mouth. I took him in hungrily, my tongue swirling around the head and teasing at his slit before swallowing him down to the base. His cock tasted like salt, musk, and the faintest hint of his own masculinity; a potent blend that drove me wild with desire.
As I worked to please him with my mouth, he ran his fingers through my hair, gently tugging on strands as if trying to pull me even closer. His hips began to move rhythmically, pumping into my mouth at a steady pace until it was clear that he was nearing the edge of ecstasy.
With one final thrust, he groaned loudly and pulled out of my mouth with a wet slurp. I licked my lips hungrily, eager to taste his impending release. He positioned himself between my spread thighs, looking me dead in the eyes as he slowly slid his cock back into me.
The feeling was incredible; his thick shaft stretching and filling me completely. It was an overwhelming sensation that left me breathless with pleasure as I moaned loudly, welcoming him deeper inside me. He began to thrust harder, faster - each stroke sending shivers of delight coursing through my body.
"Fuck, you feel so good," he gasped between clenched teeth, his eyes locked onto mine as if trying to will his release to last just a bit longer. And then it happened; his hips jerked forward one last time before freezing in place as he cried out her name in ecstasy.
Hot jets of cum splashed against the insides of my vagina, filling me up with his seed and sending me over the edge myself. I could feel my own orgasm building, rising like a tidal wave that threatened to consume me completely.
As we lay there together, panting heavily as our bodies slowly returned to normal, I couldn't help but marvel at the raw power of our sexual encounter. His big dick confidence had been displayed in all its glory, and it was something that would linger with me for days - if not weeks - to come.
In the afterglow of our passionate lovemaking, we lay entwined in each other's arms, basking in the warmth of our shared pleasure and the knowledge that we had dared to dangle, proving ourselves worthy of each other's attention and affection. And as I drifted off to sleep, still feeling his seed inside me, I knew that this was just the beginning of many more daring adventures to come.