TTBM artillery in action
An underground parking lot, a cubicle bathed in flickering light. The air reeks of oil and sweat. The active man, a black military man cut like a colossus. His half-open fatigues reveal his monster: an oversized, veined, shiny-black cock, 25 cm of rugged power. The glans, wide and smooth, glistens, its massive balls hanging heavily, ready to explode. Cocksucker kneels on the oily concrete. His hands grasp the member, too big for a single grip. He licks the bulging veins, titillates the glans, savors a salty drop. His parted lips engulf the big black cock. The asset loves it. Each suction wrenches a hoarse grunt from him, his abs contracting under the pleasure. "Fuck, you're so good," he rumbles, his voice ecstatic. Cocksucker drools, his eyes watery but defiant, saliva dripping onto the filthy floor. He speeds up, his hands kneading the heavy balls, feeling their heat pulsing. The black man, in a trance, grips the back of Cocksucker's neck, fucking his mouth in short strokes. "I'm gonna cum," he growls. Cocksucker redoubles his efforts, his throat swallowing to the hilt. The big black teub explodes: a thick, burning stream spurts out the back of his mouth, then another, overflowing onto his lips. Cocksucker swallows what he can, cum running down his chin, splattering the concrete.
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