Chapter Eleven
Dear Goddess above, what the hell had I been thinking? Clearly my imagination and desperation had been allowed to run ridiculously away with me.
From its irregular ellipsoid head, up its vein-wrapped shaft (those simulated blood vessels substantially upraised in ridged relief) to the false balls resting directly against Goddess Julia’s c******s that hard rubber dark gray c**k was cast to be exquisitely lifelike. There was nothing at all lifelike about its titanic size however, unless one considered it modeled after the actual Titans of Greek myth. I suppose some human somewhere probably had a p***s exceeding twelve inches in length. Surely no one sported one with a girth like that of the fat end of a baseball bat.
Now that I actually saw this monstrous organ in all its ad
