He stood. His body, rising, was before her. His cock, twelve inches, hard, the head crimson, the shaft pale, veined, massive, was there.
He opened the rope. Her ankle, the silk binding, was untied. Her leg, freed, fell to the side. He spread her. Her legs, the brown limbs, were parted. Her pussy, the shaved mound, the bare, swollen, glistening lips, was open.
His cock, twelve inches, laid over her belly. The shaft, the pale, thick, veined shaft, rested on her brown skin. The head, the crimson, the broad, flat surface, reached her belly button.
She could feel it. The cockhead, the hot, heavy, broad surface, on her skin. On her belly button. The heat, the weight, the divine qi radiating from the shaft, was there. The length, the twelve inches, the distance from her pussy to her belly button, was the measure. The cock, the divine organ, was that long.
