She remembered his cock. She had ridden it, sucked it, taken it in every hole. She knew his size — had measured it with her mouth, her cunt, her throat. But this was different.
The 100x multiplier had not only enhanced his powers — it had enhanced everything. His cock stood at twelve inches. The shaft was thicker than her wrist.
The veins along the surface were engorged, prominent, the ridges defined. The head was swollen, dark, the slit already glistening with pre-cum.
Her lips bit. Her thighs squeezed together. Her shaved pussy — puffy, swollen, pregnant — clenched on nothing. She felt herself get wet. Felt the arousal drip from her entrance, run over her taint, pool on the bed.
But she also smelled it.
