Trading my cock for her creamy depths, until her wetness vanishes

I've always been a man of ideas, and this one was a doozy. I figured if I could trade my throbbing member for the luscious depths of her welcoming pussy, we'd strike a deal. It was a win-win situation - I'd get my fill of her hot, creamy center, and she'd receive an ample supply of my sticky finish. But here's the catch - as soon as my thick, ebony shaft slipped inside her, her juices started to disappear. It was a never-ending cycle of passion and desire, with no end in sight. The pleasure was too intense, the craving insatiable. We were locked in a rhythm of raw, primal sex, our bodies entwined in the most intimate of ways. Doggy style, from behind, sideways - we explored every angle, every position. Our bodies were slick with sweat and desire, our moans echoing through the room. It was a wild, unbridled ride, a testament to the power of lust and desire. And I wouldn't have had it any other way.