Hey Chris. I’m a college girl who just got this picture of your cock and I keep coming back to it. You’re married, which should make me close the photo, but instead I’m sitting here in my dorm room with my hand between my legs thinking about it. The way your fingers are wrapped around the base shows off the full shape. The head is still mostly covered, the skin smooth and a little puffy at the tip, and the shaft looks compact. My fingers would probably meet if I wrapped them around the middle of it. There’s a natural texture to the skin and some darker hair near where you’re holding it. I’m giving you a 3.5 out of 5. It’s not the longest cock I’ve seen, but the way it sits in your hand and the fact that a married guy is sending this has me wetter than I expected.

I keep picturing myself on my knees in front of you. I’d pull your pants down and take that cock into my mouth without any trouble. My lips would slide down until they were pressed against your fingers or your balls, and I’d suck gently while my tongue worked under the skin covering the head. I’d look up at you the whole time, watching your face while I took the full length easily. I’d pull back, spit on the tip, and use my hand to stroke you so the skin moved over the head and back down. It would get shiny and I’d tell you how good it feels in my mouth and how much I want to feel it somewhere else. The fact that you’re married would be in the back of my mind the whole time. I’d think about your wife while I sucked you and it would only make me want it more.

When I finally got it inside me I know the length would mean you’d be pressed all the way against me right away. The head would push in once the skin rolled back, and I’d feel it fill me without any extra room. I’d be able to squeeze around you and feel every bit of it. I’d grind my hips and tell you to stay deep so I could feel you throb against me. I’d want you to finish inside me so I’d have your cum in me after, leaking out while I went back to class and thought about the married man who just fucked me.

That’s what your cock does to me. Now here’s exactly how I want you to use it.

I want you between my legs with me on my back. My knees are pulled up and spread wide. You rub the head against me until everything is wet and the skin is pulled back, then you push in. Because of the length you sink all the way in on the first stroke and your hips are flush against mine. You stay there and grind so the head moves inside me while I moan into your shoulder. Then you start moving with short, steady thrusts that keep you buried the whole time. My legs wrap around your waist and I pull you in tighter every time you push forward. I reach down and rub my clit while you fuck me, and when I cum I clench hard around you and tell you not to stop. You keep going, a little faster, and when you’re close I lock my ankles behind you and tell you to cum inside me. You push in as deep as you can, hold still, and empty yourself. I feel the pulses and the warmth fill me, and I stay wrapped around you until you soften and slip out, your cum already starting to drip.

Now the fantasy of how we actually end up like that.

I’m at the grocery store in the afternoon between classes, wearing a short skirt and a crop top, grabbing a few things. You’re a couple aisles over in your button-down and work pants, wedding ring visible, looking at the same snacks. Our eyes meet and you hold my look a second longer than you should. I walk over and reach for something on the shelf behind you so my arm brushes yours. I glance at your ring and smile, then say something about how busy the store is. You answer and I can hear the hesitation in your voice. I tell you I’m in college and I live right down the street, and I ask if you want to come over and help me carry the bags since they’re heavier than I thought. You pause, then say yes.

We walk out and you follow me to my apartment. As soon as the door shuts I set the bags down and step close. I kiss you and slide my hand down the front of your pants. You’re already hard. I drop to my knees in the hallway, unzip you, and take your cock out. I suck you the way I thought about earlier, taking the full length easily, my tongue working under the skin while you look down at me. I tell you between strokes that I know you’re married and I still want this. You put your hand in my hair and let me keep going until you’re leaking.