Juliana gagged slightly as she struggled to take in the sheer girth of Artis's nine-inch beast. The thing wasn't just a cock—it was a fucking challenge.
Veins like tree roots snaked along its length, and the tip looked like it was daring her to keep going. She'd barely managed to swallow a third of it before pulling back for air, her lips shiny and swollen.
"Holy shit, how is this thing even attached to you?"
She muttered, shooting him a glare while stroking his shaft with one hand.
Artis hissed through clenched teeth, his hands tangling in her hair as if holding on for dear life.
"Fuck, Mommy… you're killing me here."
Despite his apparent discomfort, Artis was smug as hell on the inside. This was new. Back in his original world, his "average monster" had done the job but never sent women into fits of obsession.