Keep Going [E]

Everything Christine knew about penis came from Ethan, whose pale, straight member had been more than adequate. But Adrian's was on another level entirely - almost frightening in comparison.

His shaft was long and thick, veins standing out against the skin, the deep purple head mounted on top like a crown, pointing straight at her nose.

Mentally measuring his size, Christine knew she couldn't take it all.

She hesitantly reached out to touch him, flinching at the heat. It burned like hot iron against her palm. His girth was too much for one hand - she had to use both to encircle him.

After a few light strokes, Christine swallowed hard, opened her mouth awkwardly, and extended her tongue toward the swollen crown.

The burning hardness pressed against her tongue tip. She clumsily explored the tip, tasting his excitement as he twitched in response.

She kept telling herself she was kneeling before Ethan, pleasuring him instead.