Me: White, late 30s, 6-2, very athletic gym body, broad shoulders, narrow waist, dark hair Her: Hispanic, late 20s, 5-6, curvy with C cups, sensitive nipples, very pouty lips, some tattoos. A self professed goth girl.
She left the door unlocked as she said she would. I walk in, closed the door behind me, and turned the deadbolt to lock the door. Though it was near noon, it was mostly dark with the shades drawn tight. I could hear the music coming from her bedroom, and I proceeded in. When I got through the door, she was waiting on her knees in black panties and a red corset, dark lipstick, and a deviant smile. I placed my bag of goodies on her dresser and walked over. She looked up with those submissive eyes, clearly happy that I finally arrived. “Go ahead” I said as I stood in front of her, towering over her. As I peeled off my shirt, she reached up to unbutton my pants. My cock was getting harder at the dirty thoughts that ran through my mind, and seeing her on her knees only reinforced the blood flow. I pushed my shoes and socks off and when she finished with the zipper, she tugged to slide my pants down over my legs and off of them. She looked up in anticipation, and then pulled my underwear down to reveal my hardening cock as it popped out. Immediately she reached up to take my cock in her mouth, and I said “put your hands behind you” and she complied. I took both hands and grabbed a fist full of hair in each, and proceeded to push my hard cock into her mouth, feeling it push against the back of her throat.