"Oh my God... it's huge!"
"I know, I know," I grinned, my pride rising alongside the blood in the veins of my shaft.
I let Joyce's eyes feast on the sight of my rod of judgment, thick and throbbing with a life of its own right before her face. "Tell me, Joyce... does your 'mighty' husband have anything even half as impressive as this?"
Joyce jerked her head to the side, desperate to avert her gaze, but she couldn't hide the way her breath hitched.
"Can... you... get off of me now?" Her voice was a mere shadow of its former self, cracked and lacking every ounce of that warrior confidence she wore like armor in the stadium.
"Are you sure about that?" I asked, lowering my body until the heat of my cock was a mere whisper away from her skin. As she instinctively pulled her knees up, I slotted myself perfectly between her thighs. The heavy, throbbing head of my member brushed against the fabric of her trousers, right over her mounting heat.
