David,
I hope this email finds you well. I've been fantasizing about you... our last email exchange turned me on so much. I hope you enjoy this fantasy I cooked up. In fact, I hope you stroke your cock while picturing it in your mind.
Enjoy.
xo
Diana
We get home from a night on the town, and as we walk into your apartment, I kiss you slowly, biting your lip, my hands around your neck, as I pull you further into the place. I'm on my tippy toes, running my fingers through your hair, kissing all along your neck.
"I'm hungry," I moan quietly against your ear.
"Hungry?" you say, your hands on my hips as you guide me around. "We just finished eating!"
You're laughing as I slip down onto my knees and start unbuckling your belt.
"I want dessert."
I push down your pants, pull out your hardening cock and start stroking it up and down. Teasing the head with my tongue, getting your cock all wet and sloppy and rubbing your balls.
"Are you going to give me that cream, baby?" I ask.
You moan and order me to start sucking.
I'm already wet. I love being on my knees with you towering above me. I look up at you and stare deep into your eyes as I begin sinking my mouth on your cock, slurping and moaning the whole way down. I could suck that dick all fucking day. You put your hand on the back of my head and starting pushing me down further
"Good girl," you say, "swallow my cock."
I go down as far as I can but start to choke - your cock is too long and thick.
"Take it, slut. Take that dick you love so fucking much," you order me.
I take a deep breath and try again, sucking and slurping, running my tongue on the underside of your dick, looking up into your eyes. I finally get you in the back of my throat and you start moaning louder, grabbing my hair and fucking my mouth up and down on your cock.