Just Having A Snack

My boyfriend's always on the road for work, so here I am, phone pressed to my ear, cooing how much I miss him, how deep my love runs—especially since he's fretting over my exes. "Baby, you've got nothing to worry about," I purr reassuringly, even as Chocolate God lounges naked on the couch beside me, his massive black cock throbbing thick and veiny, just inches from my lips. I can't resist. While chatting away, I lean in and wrap my mouth around that giant dick, sucking slow and deep, my tongue swirling over the swollen head as saliva drips down the shaft. Slurping sounds fill the air, and my boyfriend pauses. "What're those noises, babe?" I pull off just enough to gasp, "Mmm, just having a chocolate snack, honey—it's sooo good." The second I hang up, I dive back in with everything I've got, bobbing furiously on his enormous cock, gagging myself on its girth, throat bulging as I worship every pulsing inch like the hungry slut I am.