I remember the first time I saw it, his thick, uncut cock, deep in my mouth. The way he filled me, the way I could feel every inch of him. It was a rush, a thrill, knowing I was doing something I shouldn’t. I could feel his eyes on me, watching as I took him deeper, my lips stretched tight around his girth. I was his, completely, in that moment. The way he groaned, the way he held my head, it was like he owned me. And I loved it. I loved being his, being used by him. It was a secret, a dirty little secret, but it was ours. And I couldn’t get enough.




