His weight pressed down on her enormous tits. The heavy mounds were crushed beneath his pelvis, the flesh deforming, overflowing around his thighs. His cock — flaccid, thick, nine inches — rested between her tits, the pale shaft lying in the valley of dark silk, the crimson head pointing toward her chin.
Madam Xu's grey eyes stared at his cock. It was inches from her face. She could smell it — the musk of the Horny God Physique, the pheromones that radiated from his body, the scent that made her thighs clench and her pussy throb despite her terror.
He placed his cock on her lips. The thick, soft head rested against her mouth — the warmth, the weight, the smooth skin pressing against her full lips.
"Suck," he said.
She tried to spit. Her lips pursed. Her head turned. She tried to push the cock away with her tongue, her mouth clamped shut, her jaw clenched.
He slapped her with his cock.
