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Whispers of Desire: A Forbidden Passion

As the moon cast its silvery glow upon us, we found ourselves ensnared in a passionate embrace. Our lips met with an intensity that could have set the world ablaze. The scent of his musky cologne filled my nostrils, while the taste of his sweet saliva on my tongue sent shivers down my spine.

His large, veiny hands traced their way up and down my back, causing goosebumps to erupt across my skin. As he moved lower, I felt him grip my round ass cheeks, pulling me closer against his hardening cock. A growl of primal desire escaped from the depths of his throat, sending another wave of excitement coursing through me.

He pushed me away just enough so that he could sink to his knees before me. Eyes locked on mine, he reached up and pulled down my panties, exposing my wet pussy to him. Without hesitation, he buried his face between my legs, his tongue darting out to flick against my swollen clit.

With each lick and suck, I felt myself growing even wetter. His fingers probed deeper into me, stretching me wide as he prepared me for the feast that was about to come. He knew exactly where to touch, how hard to push, and when to pull back - all while maintaining eye contact with me.

As his tongue continued to dance around my aching clit, I felt his fingers slide deeper inside me. With each thrust, he hit just the right spot, sending pleasure coursing through my entire body. My breathing became shallow, my eyes rolled back into my head, and I could feel the orgasm building within me.

Suddenly, he removed his finger from my throbbing pussy and stood up. His massive cock was now fully erect, pointing straight towards my awaiting mouth. Without any hesitation, I wrapped my lips around its base, tasting the salty pre-cum that oozed from its tip.

As I sucked him deeper into my mouth, he began to thrust his hips forward, fucking my face with the same intensity as before. Each time he pushed further in, I gagged slightly, but it only fueled his desire even more.

His hands tightened around my head, guiding me back and forth on his shaft until he could no longer contain himself. With a final thrust, he let out a low groan as he shot stream after stream of hot cum down my throat.

As the last drop escaped from him, he pulled away, looking at me with an expression that told me how much this meant to him. Our breaths mingled together, hearts pounding in unison as we stood there, covered in sweat and lust. It was a moment of pure passion, one that would forever be etched into our memories as the embodiment of forbidden desire.