Mike sees the war raging behind her tear-filled eyes, and he knows he has her exactly where he wants her: on the precipice of total collapse. He decides to deliver the final blow to her resistance.
He pulls back slightly, creating a small gap between their bodies, but he doesn't let her go. Instead, he shifts his position, bracing himself on his forearms so he is hovering directly over her.
"Let's move on, shall we?" He deliberately moves his hips, positioning his massive, throbbing cock so it is perfectly centered in her field of vision, mere inches from her face.
The sight is overwhelming. In the dim, flickering light of the room, his manhood looks even more gargantuan.
It stands tall and defiant, a thick, dark pillar of pure masculinity. The heavy veins pulse with every beat of his heart, and the glistening moisture from her own release coats the shaft, making it shine like polished stone.
