Words escape me when I look at his cock.

My heart starts to palpitate and my breaths become short.

I feel a hunger, not a normal hunger, but a desperate one, like my life depended on it. All my senses have honed in on his massive white cock. I cannot tear my eyes off it. I look at its every inch. I look at the color and the way it hangs down majestically.

I listen to the faint swish of the air as he lifts his cock and lets it go. I can hear the weight being pulled down by gravity. I can hear it swing back and forth like a mighty pendulum.

I want to touch it, to feel it, to marvel at it. I want to feel the heaviness and the size on my face. I want to see if I can grip it with my hands or if it’ll be too thick.

I can smell a hint of the musky masculine scent from his cock. If only I could bury my face in it, then I can whiff in the strong smell of his manhood and inhale everything I can take from it.

But most of all, I long to taste it. To taste a big white cock and drink up every drop of his precum. I want to taste his thick shaft running down my tongue and down my throat. I want to taste every inch of his cock and every drop of my tears as he abuses my throat. Finally, I want to taste his cum, every single drop of that hot white load shooting down my throat. Like drinking from an oasis in the desert, I am a parched chink girl being given the thing that gives me life: a White Man’s cum.

my thirst for White Man’s cum

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