Jasmine spotted him the second he walked into the bar. Tall, broad shoulders, that easy white-boy swagger. But what made her thighs clench was the thick outline running down his left pant leg. No way that was real. She licked her lips, downed the rest of her drink, and slid off the stool.
She walked straight up to him. “I’m Jasmine. You’re packing something stupid in those jeans and I want it.”
He blinked, then grinned. “Derek. You always this direct?”
“Only when I see a giant white cock that needs a black girl’s mouth on it. Your place or mine?”
“Mine’s five minutes away.”
They didn’t make it five minutes. The second the door shut behind them, Jasmine dropped to her knees in his hallway. She yanked his belt open, shoved his jeans down, and his cock sprang free—long, veined, pale, and already half-hard. It looked even bigger up close.
“Fuck yes,” she breathed. “This is what I wanted.” She wrapped both hands around the shaft and still couldn’t cover it. Her tongue dragged from the base to the fat head, tasting salt and skin. She opened wide and sucked the tip in, moaning around it like she’d been starving.
Derek groaned and pushed deeper. Jasmine took it, gagging when it hit the back of her throat, spit running down her chin onto her tits. She didn’t care. She wanted every thick inch. She bobbed harder, one hand stroking what her mouth couldn’t reach, the other squeezing his balls.
“Jesus, you’re hungry for it,” he muttered.
She pulled off with a wet pop. “I’ve been thinking about giant white cock all week. Yours is perfect. Get on the bed.”
She stripped fast, climbed on top of him, and rubbed her soaked pussy along his length. Her dark lips parted around the pale shaft as she ground down, smearing her wetness over him. When she finally lifted up and notched the head at her entrance, she sank down slow, inch by inch, stretching around him.
“Oh my God, it’s so fucking big,” she gasped. Her walls clenched and fluttered. She bottomed out with a whimper, sitting full on his lap, belly slightly distended from the sheer size. She rocked her hips, grinding her clit against him, then started riding—hard, wet slaps filling the room.
Derek grabbed her ass, spreading her cheeks, watching his thick white cock disappear into her tight black pussy again and again. “Look at that,” he growled. “Taking every inch like you were made for it.”
Jasmine moaned louder, bouncing faster. Her juices coated his shaft and balls. She leaned forward, hands on his chest, and slammed down repeatedly until her thighs shook. “Don’t stop—fuck me harder—wreck this pussy with that giant white cock.”
He flipped her onto her back, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and drove in deep. The new angle made her scream. He pounded her, bed creaking, her tits bouncing with every thrust. Her pussy gripped him like a fist, creamy rings forming around his base.
She came first—loud, shaking, squirting around his cock.
He didn’t let up. He pulled out, flipped her onto all fours, and slammed back in. One hand fisted her hair, the other smacked her ass while he fucked her raw. Jasmine pushed back to meet every thrust, begging for more.
“Fill me up,” she panted. “I want that big white cock to cum deep.”
Derek lasted another minute before he buried himself to the hilt and unloaded. Thick pulses flooded her, leaking out around his shaft as he kept thrusting through it. When he finally pulled out, a heavy stream of cum followed, dripping down her thighs.
Jasmine stayed on her knees, ass up, catching her breath. She reached back, scooped some of his load onto her fingers, and licked it off. “Tastes even better than it felt,” she said, voice hoarse. “Round two in ten minutes. I’m not done with this giant white cock yet.”
Derek laughed, already getting hard again at the sight of her. “You’re fucking insatiable.”
“Damn right,” she answered, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs wide. “Now get back inside me.”
