Evriana saw it happen — the gradual, inch-by-inch, slow-motion disappearance of Viktor's cock into Dara's mouth. The shaft vanishing between her lips, the head pushing past her tongue, into her throat. The bulge appeared in Dara's neck — the visible, external, undeniable outline of his cock through her skin, the shape of the head moving downward.
'Can it fit inside of her mouth?'
The question was not about whether it could. It clearly could. Dara was doing it. The question was about the how — the particular, physical, anatomical impossibility of a twelve-inch cock fitting inside a woman's throat and the woman surviving.
'Her throat bulged.'
Evriana saw it. The visible, external, undeniable ridge of his cock through Dara's neck. And then — lower — she saw something else. Dara's chest.
It bulged.
