AFTER A BLOWJOB

You remain there, your back pressed against the wall, breathing as if you had run a marathon. The semen cools on your skin, but your cock still throbs, sensitive to the touch of your own hand. It hasn't been enough. That quick release has extinguished the superficial fire, but there's something deeper that burns inside you, a need that goes beyond a simple, fast orgasm.

You close your eyes and let your mind dive into darker waters.

And suddenly, a guy who has been watching for hours enters. Dark-skinned, hairy, with that dominant macho attitude that melts you. He stops in front of you and unzips his pants. His cock is a fucking work of art: thick, veiny, with a broad, dark glans. He doesn't say a word, he just grabs you and brings your face to his crotch.

The smell hits you first. Pungent, intense, that aroma of a macho who has been sweating. You smell his hairy balls as he rubs his cock against your face, marking you. Your own cock reacts immediately, getting hard as iron.

"Suck it, pig," he orders with a hoarse voice.

You open your mouth, and he shoves his cock in all the way to the back, without hesitation. You feel the glans hitting your uvula, and you arch, trying not to vomit, but he doesn't let go. His fingers grip your hair tightly as he starts to fuck your mouth with brutal thrusts. Saliva drips down your chin, mixing with the tears that well up in your eyes from the effort.

"Like that, swallow it all, bitch," he growls as his balls hit your chin with each penetration.

Your cock drips onto the bench. You don't even need to touch it because the thrill of being used as a simple hole has you on the edge of orgasm. The obscene sound of your throat being penetrated fills the empty locker room, mingling with your muffled moans and his grunts of pleasure.

Your hand has returned to your cock without you realizing it. You grip it firmly, feeling it pulse beneath your fingers. This time, you're not in a hurry. You want to prolong this, explore every layer of pleasure your body can offer.

You start with slow caresses from the base to the tip, using just the tips of your fingers. It's an exquisite torture that makes your legs tremble. Your skin is so sensitive after the first release that each touch feels amplified, as if every nerve ending was electrified.

You lick your fingers to moisten them and return to your cock, now with a firmer grip. You establish a steady rhythm, neither fast nor slow, just a hypnotic back-and-forth that keeps you in that delicious state between need and satisfaction. Your hand slides effortlessly, lubricated by the mixture of saliva and the remains of your previous release.

The guy pulls his cock out of your mouth abruptly. You're panting, with your face soaked in saliva and tears, your jaw aching but needing more. He forces you to stand up and pushes you against the wall, making you hiss.

"Open that ass, I want to ...