He... he likes it? Just like when his fingers were inside me... touching this 'big thing' makes him feel that way?
Realization dawned, a pleased flush creeping up her neck. She wanted that—wanted to make him shatter like he had her. Emboldened, her fingers hooked into his waistband, tugging down with eager determination.
The pants slid free, leaving only his underwear—thin black fabric that did nothing to hide the monster beneath. Half his rock-hard 10-inch cock thrust upward defiantly, the veiny shaft straining the material, precum beading at the slit and soaking through.
Ira stared, transfixed—her hand still gripping the exposed length, thumb brushing the slick tip curiously. "So big..." she whispered, voice a mix of awe and trepidation, both hands now trying to encircle it but failing, fingers barely meeting around the brutal girth.
"I can't even hold it properly... it's like... a weapon. But warm. Pulsing. Leon... what do I do with it?"
