Hannah’s mouth fell open as she stared at my c**k. I’d read that Prillon men were much larger than those on Earth, in all parts of their anatomy. We were often a head taller, more muscular and broader, genetically ready for battle. Our c***s, too, were an impressive size, crucial to pleasing our mates, filling them completely to ensure the most perfect bond, the most intense pleasure for our women so that our seed would take root.
Pre-c*m dribbled from the tip and I swiped it with my thumb. I closed the distance to Hannah and placed the wet fluid on her bottom lip. She gasped in surprise, for I’d moved swiftly. As I slid my thumb back and forth across that plump flesh, her eyes widened. They were so dark that I almost didn’t see the centers narrow to fine points. Instinctively, her tongue
