Her eyes snapped open, wide and startled, a flush creeping up her neck.
She looked at him, then down at his groin, where his cock was already semi-hard, a thick bulge straining the fabric of his trousers.
Without a word, a look of desperate understanding passing over her face, she leaned away from his supporting arm and sank to her knees in the murky water.
Her hands, trembling slightly, reached for his waistband.
She fumbled with the buttons before pulling his trousers and underwear down in one motion.
His cock sprang free, fully erect now, bobbing menacingly in the greenish water.
Mira gasped.
It was a monster.
Nearly eight inches of thick, veined meat, the head a deep, angry purple, already glistening with precum.
It was far thicker than the wooden dildo she had used for years, a true weapon of flesh.
His hand came to rest on the back of her head, fingers tangling in her wet hair.
A silent command.
