Hillary
“Take it out,” he orders.
I bring my shaky hands to his waistband and slowly pull it down, freeing him from his pants. My heart slams against my ribs and I choke on my saliva at the sight of his size.
My eyes widen.
It really is those skinny nerds or maybe genetics, but he is freaking huge, and he isn’t even hard yet.
“Are you scared? You asked for this,” he growls, gathering my hair into a bun and securing it with one of my hair ties he gathers. “Stroke me,” he orders, and I immediately obey, wrapping my fingers around his c**k. I begin to stroke him.
He is so big I think I’d die if he tries to f**k my p***y.
Bentley begins to swell in my hand, stretching my hold. My palm feels the thick veins coming alive. f**k. My p***y is soaking wet just from the feel of him in my ha
