Fifteen minutes of the non-chalant and lackadaisical, yet firm rubbing of the young black man's massive bikini-clad cock onto Mona's face had passed.
To Mona, this was getting more surreal by the moment. Her somber and relaxed state caused by heat, wine, soft music and marijuana merely contributed to her existing state of passion and awe.
She had already been affected by a strong and masculine presence like she had never felt before. And, now this young stud was continuously and carelessly massaging his immense neon-purple, lycra-spandex covered shaft across her perfect lips and face.
Many fleeting thoughts ran through Mona's head. She reasoned to herself, just for a moment, that this couldn't be happening on purpose. The young black man had to be unaware of what he was doing.
"This can't be really happening?!" she thought.
Perhaps, he was too engulfed in his cell call conversation to know what he was doing? Maybe this was all just a mistake? Maybe it was just that ... accidental?
Mona's red bikini crotch continued to moisten as she inhaled the raw, musky and masculine scent of this young black man's sweat-dampened bikini crotch. The boldness and brashness of what could be happening simply overwhelmed her.
She now noticed that Je'Quon's neon-purple bikini covered cock adorned two full red lip prints and several smaller red smudges from her painted lips. Mona gazed upon them in her now foggy state of mind, almost in disbelief, as the thin fabric of the young stud's crotch stretched out even further.
Then, just as the beautiful blonde woman's eyes widened to the size of street lights and her sense of reality had completely faded, the unexpected became real.
Without even as much as a flinch of a break in the black adonis' cell call, Je'Quon non-chalantly moved his right hand downward and began readjusting his collosal sized cock within the flimsy bikini material. He did so until he flipped down the spandex fabric of his suit off to free his titanic cock from it's constraint.
Even in her near zombie-like state, Mona gasped. What she saw before her was a firm, powerful and dark 12-inch cock that was far thicker than her delicate wrists were. It was even larger than she had imagined it could ever be. Unable to react, Mona gazed upon young Je'Quon's cock in awe. Now, only partially erect, it was already preposterous and astonishing!
Je'Quon simply continued his call. For him, it seemed as routine as breathing air.
Then, without further hesitation, and without even breaking a moment's stride, the young dark stallion took his massive cock into his right hand and merely "plopped" it right onto Mona's pretty face. He did so as if it were a large, wet slab of raw meat. And, it now layed there runnning across the bridge of her aristocratic nose and her the flawless, pale skin of her forehead.
Mona could not move.
Her head now slightly-tilted back from the sheer weight of his cock and her vision partially-obstructed by what seemed like a three-pound slab of steak planted across her face. She could even feel the scorchingly-hot blood of the young black stud's huge veins coarsing through it as it continued to widen and lengthen.
Within seconds, the young Je'Quon took his enormous shaft into his own hand to control it. He directed it's monstrous head to the lips of the beautiful 38-year-old Mona and gently parted her full, crimson lips. Mona could now taste the strong, salty sweat of the young black's cock. He continued pushing it in a half inch at a time until his cock was securely anchored in the blonde's mouth. He grabbed Mona's brilliant blonde hair with his fist while simutaneously rotating his strong hips until he found the most comfortable position for himself. And, he pushed it in another half inch.
Mona now had 5 inches of the young black stud's mammoth-sized cock inside her widened mouth. Although it was the same length as her wimp husband's pathetic cock, she could tell that it was easily more than 5 times thicker. She could hardly breathe already.
Mona's soft hands remained down to her sides in complete and utter submission as the black stud calculatingly used her mouth. Je'Quon controlled Mona's head, still not releasing his firm grip from the blonde hair atop her head. He pulled her head in and then pulled her away, back and forth, repeating this motion again and again until his cock further hardened.
After a few minutes, the young black boss of Mona's husband finally released his grip from her head. She continued sucking his massive black cock as directed. Je'Quon moved his dark, muscular arms back to the top of his black 'Vette and continued speaking to his caller.
