Sex stories

Three weeks ago, I couldn’t rest. I was horny as fuck. I jump on the app, scrolling, nothing but lame profiles. I was about to log off when I see a blank profile, just the title “arab hot”. Dude hits me up:
– You down to suck?
I ask for a pic, he refuses. Says he’s discreet. Drops me a spot: “Parking near your block.”
I pull up, heart racing. Send him a text: “I’m here.”
Outta nowhere, I hear a car door kiss in the dark. He steps out — tall Arab dude, tracksuit, sneakers, hood vibe, serious look.
He walks straight at me, no talking. Just stares, then nods for me to kneel. I drop down. He pulls his tracksuit down and damn… his fat cock swings out heavy. I lick the tip, but he ain’t in the mood for teasing. Grabs my head and shoves it down his shaft.
I xxxe, my eyes water, spit dripping everywhere, but fuck — it feels insane. He’s face-fucking my throat raw, pounding hard, rough, like he’s trying to break me.
Suddenly, he groans, cock throbbing deep. He locks my head in place and shoots five hot loads straight down my throat. I swallow every drop like the good slut I am.
No words, no goodbye. He pulls up his pants, gets back in his ride, and bounces. I’m left on my knees, throat sore, spit on my chin, hard as fuck — craving more.