ANASTASIA
He is huge.
I’ve felt his erection in my stomach, my ass, and my p***y everywhere, and he was probably big, but nothing could have prepared me for what I’m seeing in front of me. Maybe I didn’t get a clearer view of it from the onset, but now I can.
His c**k is bigger than I expected, veiny, as masculine as his arms, and so lengthy that I fear my p***y will be too small for it. It will be too tight to contain his d**k, and it can possibly tear me apart. But I’m not scared because it’s him; I want all of him, every bit of him, even though it will hurt.
My mouth waters as I stare long at its thickness, and my p***y clenches around his fingers.
I spot a transparent liquid rolling down from the tip of his c**k; it’s sticky to his hands as he pumps his length. He isn’t gentle, ev
