Thick. Heavy. Veined like ropes under the skin. The shaft curved upward slightly, skin stretched tight, head broad and flushed dark red. Precum beaded at the slit—thick, clear—dripping slowly down the underside. His balls hung full and tight below—smooth, heavy, drawn up with need. It bobbed once when he fisted it—slow stroke from base to tip, spreading the precum until the whole length gleamed.

He stepped closer. Rubbed the fat head along my slit—up and down, coating himself in my wetness. The heat of him was unreal. The ridge dragged over my clit with every pass. I whimpered. Hips rocked. Begging without words.

“This marked pussy’s been starving,” he said...