He used both of his hands to cradle my face as he pressed against me. I felt my body being pushed across the floor. I moved backwards just a little before coming up against the back of the door. As he flattened me out, I felt "it." At first, I thought it was his arm, and then I realized he was still cupping my face. My God, it was his c**k, and it was pressing against my stomach. I couldn’t believe the thing could really be that damn big. In my dreams of having s*x with a full grown man, it had never occurred to me as to the size of him being an issue. The guys my age were all relatively the same. Most acted like they were hot s**t and hung like stud racehorses. All of them overrated themselves.
Suddenly, Mr. Smith stopped. He realized that what we were doing was visible to anyone coming
