Nina's knees trembled so violently she had to grip the wall for support.
"It's… it's so fucking big!" she whispered, her voice trembling, almost disbelieving herself.
Fifteen inches long, thick and wide in a way that seemed physically impossible, now covered in Carrie's slick, glistening juices—it was a sight that would haunt her forever.
Her mind raced.
She had heard rumors, whispers, exaggerations about me with big cocks, but seeing it in person… it was another level entirely.
It wasn't just the size; it was the power it implied, the dominance, the way Carrie had surrendered completely to it.
And then he noticed her.
Ross's head tilted slightly in her direction, and he smiled—a slow, knowing smile that made Nina's blood run cold.
It was confident, teasing, and undeniably aware of the effect he had on anyone who looked at him.
