Grey's tail lashed with anticipation. Etta raised trembling hands to take control of the beast's throbbing, vein-rippled p***s. The true proportions of the colossal prick were revealed. The fingers of both her hands failed to fully wrap around the fleshy girth. The bulging c**k knob was easily as large as a grapefruit, and it was as if a pair of melons was concealed within his giant, dangling nut sack. A steamy heat seemed to radiate from the stallion's c**k and balls, conveying an alarming aura of barely restrained power and stamina, eager to be unleashed. A lustful tremor shuddered through Etta's soupy-wet loins.
Forcing that huge c**k knob into her mouth was an obviously impossible task. So Etta pressed her lips onto the flared, fleshy tip, applying wet kisses and a wriggling tongue to
