Valentina's mouth fell open. A thin string of drool slipped from the corner without her noticing. Pupils blown wide, eyes glassy and worshipful, she just stared. A low, guttural moan tore out of her throat—raw, animal, like pure lust had punched her in the gut.
"Holy… fuck," she rasped, voice completely wrecked, shaking. "Oh my god, Phei… it's fucking huge…"
Her hands moved on pure instinct—trembling fingers reaching out, wrapping around the base. They didn't even come close to meeting—her small grip looked obscene against the sheer girth, fingers splayed wide with an inch of space left. The heat scalded her palms; she could feel every throb, every pulse of blood making it twitch and swell harder in her hold.
She stroked once—slow, reverent—from root to crown, milking another thick bead of pre-come that welled up and spilled over the head in a sticky rope. Her mouth watered violently; she swallowed hard.
