The Turgid Details
She saw David bending over in the doorway of a walk-in closet, his naked white ass staring her in the face.
“I was beginning to wonder if you were coming up,” David said, not bothering to turn around.
“No, you weren’t,” she said softly, transfixed, her excitement and anticipation growing too strong to refuse.
She watched with parted lips as he continued rummaging for a moment, and then he said:
“Jesus, Kenya, you born in a barn? Shut the door, for Chrissakes.”
Blushing, she turned and shut the door, hesitated momentarily, then set the lock. She turned again and saw that he now faced her, wearing nothing but an easy smile that was just a trifle unnerving.
“Is this what you came up to see?” he asked.
Oh, my God, she thought with dismay, staring at the mammoth trunk of pendulous muscle dangling from his neatly trimmed pubis. And he ain’t even hard yet.
“I’ve seen bigger.”
He crooked his finger and beckoned her forward.
So confident, she thought again. It still turned her on, and her feet responded. She stopped in front of him, and stared up into his face.
He took her hand and placed it on his cock. “Check this out.”
Kenya uttered an involuntary gasp as the meaty trunk immediately swelled and lengthened like a football filled by a compressor, spreading her fingers wide as it grew in circumference. Boiling hot blood churned through its radius. Her head spun again, this time from the heat and her arousal and the utter amazement that something like this was even real.
“There’s still time to say no, Kenya,” he said softly.
“No, there’s not,” she whispered.
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