Struggle Against Them
اس ای بک کے بارے میں
Excerpt:
His erection bulged his jeans. My gaze snagged on his packed crotch and stuck there as if I was hypnotized. He noticed me staring and smiled. He reached for his zipper.
I’d noticed earlier he might be well-endowed, but what sprang free when he unzipped and pulled down his pants shocked me. His length stuck out like an arm with a tightly clenched fist at the tip. It twitched upward, swelling further even as I looked at it.
He reached between my legs and explored. His thick, calloused fingertips skidded over my flesh, his touch unexpectedly firing me up. It felt good enough that I almost protested when he withdrew his fingers. He leaned closer, nudging my knees wider. He guided his thickness up between my legs until its velvety smooth head bumped into my slick folds. It felt huge. Too huge. Fear gripped me again.
