Starved II *

"Fun?" Daphne repeated weakly. Her mouth ran dry as her eyes roved over the large expanse of exposed skin. Atticus was built perfectly, his body was toned and chiseled, and she had the strangest urge to press her lips over every line of his muscles.

Then her eyes drifted lower, as Atticus shrugged off his pants. Daphne's face bloomed a darker shade of red when she saw the sizable tent in his briefs. Atticus smirked when he caught Daphne's eyes on his hidden member, and so he took his own sweet time taking it off.

"Like what you see, sunshine?" Atticus asked mischievously, and Daphne could only whimper in reply. Atticus's manhood was long, thick, and throbbing, and Daphne instinctively closed her legs. It was definitely bigger than Atticus's two fingers, and it looked almost too big to fit into her!