Phil It didn’t even take a full minute for my cock to harden. It was already straining against the thin fabric of my shorts, throbbing with urgent need. I stood frozen, eyes locked on Bianca. She was caressing her full, firm breasts, her fingers gliding slowly over those perfect white tits, teasing her hardening nipples. My throat tightened as my gaze traveled down her body—the gentle swell of her breasts, the smooth flat plane of her stomach, and the deliciously shaved, glistening pussy between her thighs. She was everything I had fantasized about for years. I’d been searching for her, craving this exact moment, and now it was right here in front of me—naked, willing, and begging. “Come on, Phil,” Bianca’s voice turned husky and desperate. “Fuck me…” I didn’t let her finish. In one swift motion, I grabbed her face with both hands, yanked her against me, and crushed my mouth to hers. Her soft, heavy breasts pressed firmly into my chest as my hands slid down to claim her ass.
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