BIG MAN, BIG DICK

I first spotted @felixx_reyes on Twitter—one of those profiles you instantly feel in your gut (and, let’s be honest, your hole). His timeline was pure filth, the kind of content that makes you bite your lip and scroll slower just to take it all in. But what really got me? The way he owned his body—tall as fuck, dark-haired, that cock… massive, thick, and ready to ruin lives. You could tell he wasn’t just packing—he knew how to use it.

So, I slid into his DMs (or maybe he slid into mine? Doesn’t matter, we were on the same filthy wavelength). A few messages in, and we had a plan: he’d come over for some fun.

When he stepped into my place, I had to tilt my head up to meet his eyes—this man was a fucking tower, built like a god, radiating calm, dominant energy. And damn, he smelled good. The kind of scent that makes you lean in closer just for an excuse to breathe him in.

The second he touched me, I knew I was done for. He took his time, teasing, running those big hands over my body, licking my hole, making me squirm under him. I sucked him slowly, savoring his scent, working his dick with my tongue, getting it rock hard and ready to wreck me. And once he got going? He fucked. Me. Up.

We went through every position—legs up, ass down, bent over, riding him, face down, ass high. Every thrust was deep, slow, and controlled. The way he moved, the way his muscles flexed with every stroke, the way his hands gripped my thighs—pure fucking art.

I was lost in it, in him, in the weight of his body pressing me into the mattress. His moans got heavier, his thrusts rougher, and before I knew it, he pulled out and fed me every last drop of his load.

I swallowed it all, looking up at him with that fucked-out, satisfied expression that said, you’re welcome to ruin me again anytime.

And I know he will.

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HOMBRE GRANDE, RABO MÁS GRANDE

Vi a @felixx_reyes en Twitter y supe que tenía que probarlo. De esos perfiles que te hacen apretar las piernas y babear con cada vídeo. Pero lo que más me calentó? Ese porte de macho, altísimo, moreno, con un rabo de los que hacen historia. No solo la tenía grande, sabía usarla.

No sé si le hablé yo primero o él a mí, pero daba igual. Los dos sabíamos a qué íbamos. Un par de mensajes, un par de indirectas bien calientes y plan cerrado: iba a venir a reventarme.

Cuando entró por la puerta, tuve que levantar la cabeza para mirarle bien—una puta torre, cuerpazo moreno, energía de macho alfa. Y ese olor… pura tentación.

Me tocó y supe que estaba jodido. Me recorría con esas manos enormes, lamiéndome el agujero, haciéndome retorcer bajo él. Se la chupé lento, saboreando cada centímetro, sintiendo cómo se ponía dura, gruesa, lista para abrirme en dos. Y cuando empezó a follar… adiós mundo.

Patas arriba, boca abajo, cabalgándole, de lado, empotrado contra la pared… cada embestida más profunda, más dura, más suya. Me tenía gimiendo como una perra en celo, completamente a su merced.

Cuando ya estaba al para correrse, me agarró del pelo, me puso la cabeza bajo su rabo y se corrió en mi boca.

Espesa, caliente, directa a mi lengua. Me la tragué toda mientras le miraba con esa cara de sí, amor, cuando quieras repetimos.

Y sé que lo hará.