Amy tried, and the sheer size of Ross's cock stunned her.
"It's...it's so big, I can't even fit the head in my mouth!" she realized, the words tumbling out in a mixture of surprise and dawning fear. She worked at it, a desperate, almost frantic effort, but the fit was hopelessly tight.
"If I can't even get it in my mouth, how am I supposed to handle this thing inside me?" A wave of apprehension washed over her, mingled with a growing, unfamiliar excitement. The fear intensified when Ross finally spoke, his voice a low, husky rumble.
"That's enough, Amy. Let's save that for later. For now, I want to feel you. Just feel you." Ross said, his eyes intense, his gaze holding hers. Five agonizing minutes of Amy's futile attempts had passed, each one highlighting the stark contrast between the size of his cock and her relative inexperience.
"Ross, I don't think I can take this. I... I'd love to, but..." Amy stammered, backing away, a flicker of doubt in her eyes.
