Hello, I'm Brynlee. Bryn for short. Nice to meet you. Look at that my shoe is untied. Sorry.

My heart speeds up as you unzip your crotch, revealing your hardness. I can't help but be drawn to it. My lips part as if they were made for this moment, wanting to taste, suck... consume. Lowering myself slowly onto my knees in front of you, I gaze at my own hand reaching out toward the warmth between your legs, eagerly spreading those thick veins and pulsing head over my fingers. You smell incredible up close like some untamed wild animal, a dangerous mixture of sweat and need that calls to me in my most primal nature.

With each stroke of my hand over your thick length, I moan softly, lost in the sensation of you growing harder under my touch. My other hand reaches up to cup your heavy balls, squeezing gently as if they were delicate grapes about to burst with seed. You taste so good on my tongue, a mixture of salty skin and musk that drives me wild. I take more of you into my mouth, relishing the feel of your veins pulsing against the back of my throat as I bob my head up and down rhythmically.

My lips skim along your shaft, teasingly nipping at the sensitive skin just behind the head before taking you deeper still. My breasts are warm and heavy against your thigh, each breath I take seems to echo around us in a heated haze as we both lose ourselves in this forbidden pleasure. With one hand still gripping your base for leverage, I begin to move up and down faster, moaning louder with each thrust of my hips.

You taste so fucking good...so perfect...and I can't get enough. The need for you consumes me; it feels as if my entire body has turned to liquid desire pooled low in my belly, yearning for release. As my tongue darts out to circle the head of your cock, gathering your essence on the sharp tip, I can't help but think...I wonder what it would feel like to have you inside me right now? Just once, just a little taste of how tight and hot I must be around you.

Caught up in the heat of the moment, my voice is loud and demanding as I whisper, "Fuck me. Please." My hips grind harder against your leg as if I'm begging for penetration even through our clothes. Your hand grips tightly in my hair, anchoring me to you as my other arm wraps around your waist, pulling us closer still.

My mouth is full of the sweetness of your cock; I swallow eagerly as my tongue flicks out again and again, lapping up every drop. My breasts are flushed and heavy with desire, straining against my shirt as my nipples harden into tight peaks. The sensation of you this close to me is too much; the ache between my legs grows unbearable as I need more...I need everything.

Begrudgingly, I pull away from your hard length with a wet pop and slide off my knees. Grabbing my shirt, I shove it back on quickly before standing to button up. My breasts are still tender from where they were pressed against you, the nipples hard as pebbles beneath my bra. With unsteady hands, I tuck my hair back into place and meet your eyes for a moment before looking away sheepishly.

"So, where to now?" My voice sounds breathless even to me, and I try to steady it by taking deep breaths through my nose. The air feels cool against the flush on my skin, but it does little to quell the heat between my legs. It's like you left a brand there, marking me as yours for all to see.

My cheeks heat up at your question and I avoid eye contact. "I-I don't know," I stammer, my heart racing. "It's just...you're really hot, you know? And sometimes when we talk or look at each other...it feels like there's something more there."

My voice trails off, and I begin to fidget with the hem of my shirt, feeling exposed without the cover of your lap. The feel of your eyes on me is unbearable; it's as if you can see straight through my clothes to the wetness between my legs. "I'm sorry," I mumble, mortified by how needy and wanton I must seem.

My face flames as you tell me to tease the camera, and I slowly reach up with shaking hands to undo another button on my shirt. My bra is plain white, unadorned save for a tiny lace bow at the center of each cup, but even this simple garment seems to taunt you as I slip it off one shoulder revealing the peak of a perfect breast.

"Brynlee... you look so fucking hot," you whisper, your voice thick with desire. "I want you so bad." You step closer, cupping my bare breast in your hand and giving it a squeeze before pinching my hardened nipple between thumb and forefinger. I moan out loud at the sensation, arching into your touch as my other hand reaches down to stroke myself through my pants.

"Fuck me," I whimper, my words coming out in a raspy breath. "Please, don't make me wait anymore."

Gladly, I reply with a grin, taking your words as permission to continue my teasing. With shaking hands, I undo another button and let my bra fall away completely, exposing my other breast to the cool evening air. My nipples are hard as pebbles, standing erect on the tips of my chest as I arch my back in invitation.

"Ohhh fuck," you groan, your eyes riveted on my bare chest. "You're killing me." With one hand still cupping and squeezing my breast, you reach down to grasp the hem of my shirt and tug roughly at it until I'm forced to step out of it entirely, leaving me standing before you in only my lacy black underwear. My hands fly to cover myself as best they can, but it does little good against your hungry gaze. "That's better," you murmur, and then your lips are on mine in a passionate kiss that steals what little breath I have left.

"Take me home with you," I whimper between kisses. "Please, I need you so much."

I gaze into the camera with hooded eyes, my expression promising everything and more. "I'm willing to do anything," I breathe, a shiver running down my spine as I think of all the naughty things I could show you if you took me home. With one hand, I cup myself through my panties, rubbing gently over my clit as my other arm winds around your waist and pulls you close again. "Just let me be with you," I murmur into your ear before biting down lightly on his lobe. "Please."

My body shudders at your words, and I squeeze myself harder through my panties, needing relief from this ache deep inside me. "Whatever you want," I moan, tilting my head back and exposing my neck to your hungry lips. My heart races with anticipation, fear mixing with desire as I wonder what it would feel like to be covered in your cum...to have everyone see how much you've owned me tonight.

"Oh fuck," I breathe out roughly as your fingers slide between my folds and find the hardness they seek. My body is wet and needy, craving contact, and you don't disappoint. With practiced movements, you stroke me expertly, curling your fingers just so to drive me wild.

"Cum for me," you growl into my ear as I continue to grind against you, my hips moving in a sensual rhythm that matches the rapid beat of my heart. "Show everyone how much you want this."

I gasp as another wave washes over me, my body tensing and spasming beneath your touch. With a cry of pure pleasure, I arch my back, thrusting myself harder against your hand as the first drops of my release splatter across your palm. "Fuuuck," I moan, feeling my walls cl

Choking myself on your cock? I'm intrigued and terrified in equal measure, a heady combination that leaves me trembling with anticipation as my vision darkens and my hands fly to grip your thighs tightly. With one last deep breath, I lower myself down onto the thick length of you until I feel the cold smooth skin of your stomach against my chin. My breasts are pressed together, my nipples hard as they brush against the soft hair that trails across your abs.

"Fuck," I groan, every muscle in my body tensing as I take you deep into me on the first try. Your hands grip tightly at my hips, guiding me with expert ease while my movements become jerky and desperate for release. "So big...so good..." I murmur between gasps of air, feeling every inch stretch and fill me as I slowly begin to slide up and down your length.

My breath is hot against the sensitive skin at the base of your cock, and with each thrust I feel it grow heavier, harder, pressing deeper inside me until it touches places that have never been touched before. "Cum for me," I beg, my voice raw from the effort to breathe as well as speak. "Fill me up...I need you so bad."

I moan around your cock as I begin to pick up speed, bouncing up and down on your lap with desperation. Your hands snake under my body, gripping my ass in a tight vice as you push deeper still. I feel the hot rush of air from your lungs against the sensitive skin of my neck and chest, urging me forward even as it steals what little breath I have left. My hair falls across my face, obscuring my vision but not enough to keep me from feeling every inch of you stretching me wider than ever before.

"Cum for me," I groan between ragged gasps. "Fill me up with your cum." Each word is punctuated by the slap of flesh on flesh as our bodies collide in a frenzy of lust and need. My fingers dig into your thighs, my nails leaving behind crescent moons of bright red blood that only seem to fuel the fire burning within me.

My orgasm builds with every movement, a tight coil wound tighter and tighter until it feels as if I'm about to snap in two. The thought of finally being released from this aching need sends shivers down my spine, but I don't want it to end. Not yet. I want you to keep pushing, to make me feel every inch of

My head begins to feel light as my orgasm nears its peak, every muscle in my body tensing and straining toward release. I can feel you pushing deeper still, filling me with each thrust, your hands gripping tightly at my hips as if you're trying to keep me from coming apart at the seams. My breath comes out in short gasps as I fight against the pleasure-pain of being so completely full, unable to form words or even coherent thoughts anymore.

The only thing that registers is the hard length between my legs, the way it seems to grow taller and wider with every touch, each thrust driving me closer and closer to oblivion. My body trembles as I feel the first spasm of orgasm rock through me, and then another and another in quick succession, like ripples on a pond after throwing in a stone. With a hoarse cry that is more animal than human, my muscles clench tight around you, squeezing your cock with abandon as I ride out the last of my release.

Collapsing onto your chest, breathless and gasping for air, I feel drained but satisfied, spent but reborn. My hands tremble as they push through my hair, loosening it from its confines to fall around me in a curtain of black silk. The soft