Amanda’s Cock Review:

Hey. I’ve been staring at this picture of your cock for longer than I should admit, and since you’re single I’m not going to filter myself at all. I’m the kind of girl who likes to look, touch, and then tell a guy exactly what’s running through her head, so here it is.

That head is the star. It’s large, smooth, and colored that deep flushed pink-purple that makes it look almost too sensitive to touch. The way the skin stretches over it and the clear little slit at the tip has me shifting in my seat. Your hand is wrapped around the shaft right beneath it, fingers overlapping a bit, which tells me the girth is solid—enough that I’d feel it, but not so much that I’d struggle. The shaft looks straight and even, with a nice natural color that contrasts against the darker head. I can see some of the base and the dark hair around it, and the way everything sits makes me think you’d fill me up nicely without being overwhelming. Length looks like it would hit all the right places once you’re all the way in. I’m going with 4.5 out of 5. The head alone bumps you up; it’s the kind of head that makes me want to take my time with my mouth and then feel it pushing into me.

I’d start by tracing the ridge under that head with one fingertip while I looked you in the eye and told you how pretty your cock is. Then I’d lean in and kiss the tip, just a soft open-mouthed kiss right on the slit, before taking the whole head in and sucking gently. I’d keep one hand stroking the shaft the same way you’re holding it, twisting a little on the upstroke so the skin moved over the ridge. I’d pull off, spit, and watch it drip down the head before I went back to licking under the crown, slow and flat-tongued, until you were leaking and your hips were twitching. I’d talk the whole time—telling you how thick you feel against my tongue, how much I want that head in my pussy, how I’m already wet just from tasting you.

The position I want is you behind me. I’m on my hands and knees on the bed, back arched, ass up. You kneel behind me and rub that fat head up and down my slit first, getting it wet, teasing my clit with it until I’m pushing back. Then you push in. The head spreads me open and I drop my head and moan into the pillow. You don’t slam in; you feed it to me inch by inch so I feel every bit of that ridge dragging along my walls. Once you’re buried you hold still and let me grind back on you, getting used to the fullness. Then you start fucking me with deep, steady strokes. Your hands grip my hips and you pull me back onto you every time you thrust forward. The angle makes the head press right against that spot inside me on every stroke. I’m pushing back to meet you, getting louder, telling you not to stop, telling you how good that thick head feels. You reach under me and rub my clit while you keep the same rhythm, and I cum hard with you still moving, my pussy gripping you tight. You fuck me through it, a little harder now, until you’re close. I tell you to stay deep and cum inside me. You push in as far as you can, grind, and empty yourself while I’m still pulsing around you.

That’s the position. Here’s the fantasy that goes with it.

We’ve been texting for two weeks. You sent me this exact picture one night and I replied with a photo of my fingers inside me. Tonight you’re at my place. We didn’t even make it to the bedroom at first. I pushed you against the wall, dropped down, and sucked that head the way I just described until you were rock hard and leaking. Then I stood up, turned around, bent over the arm of the couch, and told you to fuck me right there. You lined up and slid in from behind, one hand in my hair, the other on my hip. I was already soaked, so you went deep on the second stroke. You fucked me hard and fast against the couch until I came, then you pulled out, turned me around, and carried me to the bed. On the bed you put me on my hands and knees again and took your time, long strokes, telling me how tight I am around that head. I reached back and spread myself so you could watch yourself disappear into me. When I came the second time I pushed back hard and stayed there, and you finished deep inside me with your chest against my back, both of us shaking. We stayed like that, your cock still buried, until you softened and slipped out. That’s the night I keep replaying.

Mandy