"Big, and long and hard besides."Big, and long and hard besides. Just look here at what you do to me when you play with your pussy, like you're doing now." Lisa looked where Bull was pointing. His finger indicated the bulge in the front of his trousers, the bulky outline of his male sex swelling the fabric of his slacks, turgid and filled with lust. "I only believe what I see, and so far all I see is clothing, I don't see any big cock yet. You might have a potato stuffed in there for all I can tell from here." "Watch closely, and I'll let you be the judge, and the jury too, if you want, as to whether it's a potato, or more cock than you can handle." "I really don't think that there is such a thing as more cock than I can handle, and I want it. I really want. Right now, I want to see it." Lisa purred, her fingers still probing the softness of her cunt. The oily wetness from her lubricating juices coating the red nail polish at the tips of her fingers. Her eyes dropping to stare at his groin as he drew his zipper from the top catch to the bottom of his fly. Lisa's eyes widened as his prick came out, and came out, and came out. George's cock looked like a banana, but Bull's prick looked like the handle of a tennis racket. So long that it drooped under it's own weight. His cock stood out from his belly straining to hold itself erect. Lisa's pussy spasmed just looking at the awesome handle on the man. "Gawd! Now I know why they call you Bull. The name fits your cock. You're built like a god damn bull!" He stepped forward, his cock bobbling, until it was level with Lisa's eyes. "Try it, you'll like it." "If I lick it, will I like it better?" "I don't know if you'll like it better, but I'll like it better if you'll lick it!" Lisa giggled up at Bull, still staring at his lusty prick. |