Ross dragged the head of his cock over Stephany's slick folds, letting her wetness coat him.
He moved slowly, deliberately, teasing her entrance again and again.
Each time, he'd pull back, the swollen head glistening in her juices before pressing forward again, only to stop just short of her tight hole.
Occasionally, he would miss entirely, letting his cock spring upward, standing proud and rigid.
Its size and undeniable strength left no room for doubt—it was a weapon of pure virility.
Stephany lay beneath him, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her lips parted in disbelief.
She couldn't tear her eyes away from the monstrous length hovering over her.
Her friends always bragged about how bigger cocks made the experience mind-blowing, but she couldn't fathom how that could apply here.
Fifteen inches of thick, throbbing flesh loomed before her, its veins pulsing with raw power.
