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That ebony slut big tits moment started as just another night, but the second she dropped to her knees, I knew it was going to be something else—her mouth sliding down the world’s biggest cock like she’d been waiting for it all week, tongue flat and wet, eyes locked up at me with that little smirk. She pulled back just long enough to pour oil across her chest, and I swear the way her big tits glistened under the low light made my breath catch; she wrapped them around me, warm and slick, squeezing and sliding until I had to grip the sheets to stay steady. Then she guided me deeper than I thought she could take, slow at first, her fingers digging into my thighs, and I felt every inch disappear while she whispered for me to keep going. We shifted into missionary, her legs hooked high, and that rhythm—god, that rhythm—had us both shaking, her nails raking my back as I buried my face in her neck. When I finally pulled out and finished across her face, she just laughed, breathless, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand and asking if I wanted to go again.