ughhhh poor poor Simon Riley.
Everyone talks about how having a big dick is a blessing until you actually have to face the 8 n half inches he packs :((
The lieutenant is so used to one night stands chickening out, women gulping nervously as he pulls out a sword they can’t wield (lolz!)
And the worst part, since SAS takes up most of his time, the poor guy doesn’t have time to settle down with a pretty dove and stretch her until it fits!
Imagine the shock in his brown eyes when he presses the tip into you, his sergeant that barely meets his shoulders, and you seem to take him just fine. Small whines, uneven breathes that echo from your lips. Soft pussy stretching perfectly to let him in.
His glare rolls over your face, brows knit tight as no discomfort responds back. Simon pushes in a little deeper, a small hiccup echoing the room as he, for the first time in god knows how long, bottoms out without fat tears making his stomach tighten in discomfort.
He stayed between many women’s thighs, just accepting he might never get anything more. Not with those wretched inches and circumference he bares.
He can’t recall how many times he’d gone home with a bad case of blue balls while sending home a dove perfectly blissed out.
But with you? With you it’s different. You take him with a few grunts and a slacked jaw. Managing to actually bear his rough pace, his size, his greedy, scarred hands sliding wherever they can reach.
Big!Simon that finally has a lovie to properly dick down.
