Chapter 39
"This is..." Yang Ying was speechless, her eyes wide, staring dumbfounded at the thing. This cock was bigger and thicker than the iron pestle she used to pound garlic at home.
The dark, massive cock stood tall in the black, grassy patch like a utility pole—large, round, thick, and straight. The small piss hole at the tip gleamed, the skin peeled back like a tailored black leather jacket, a few curly hairs caught in the fold.
"My god, a monster like that... if it went in..." Yang Ying shivered, her head shrinking back, her towering chest quivering, the pale, fleshy boobs trembling enticingly. Long Gen's eyes nearly popped out.
Yang Ying, that shameless vixen, had every right to be proud. Young, tall, and shapely, she seemed like Wu Guihua at first glance. But stripped bare, the difference was clear.
Wu Guihua's boobs were full and perky, rippling with a poke. Yang Ying's were different—splayed outward, her grape-like buds at odds, glaring at each other across a wide chasm!
"Sister Ying, how's... how's this cock? Can it plug your hole?" Long Gen bowed his head, nearly touching the ground, parting her pale thighs and sizing up the entrance with two fingers.
He glanced thoughtfully at his crotch, then back at her, frowning slightly.
"Sister Ying, your... your hole's long and narrow, but my cock's round. Should I find another one?" Long Gen spoke earnestly, standing up, his cock swaying deliberately in front of Yang Ying, as if showing off.
"Um, I'll go look over there..."
"No, no, Little Long, this cock's good, perfect, don't look—use this one!"
Yang Ying swallowed hard, grabbing the dark cock with a sudden grip, her body burning!