It hung between his thighs like a sleeping serpent, the weight of it visible, the veins running along the shaft thick and dark even in its flaccid state. His balls hung beneath — heavy, full, the sac large and round.
Jia Ying stared. Her watery eyes went wide. Her mouth opened. No sound came out. Her hands, hanging at her sides, twitched toward her pussy — an involuntary motion, her body seeking to touch itself while looking at the most magnificent cock she had ever seen.
'That — that's — that can't be real — it's not even hard — it's soft and it's already — that thing would — if it went inside — it would tear me — it would tear me in half —'
Song Li's small tits heaved. Her tiny brown nipples were so stiff they were visible from ten feet away. Her black-furred pussy throbbed — a visible clenching of the lips, the moisture running down her thigh in a steady stream. Her tongue ran across her dry lips.
