But Tianna's body wasn't listening.
Ross was silent, letting her explore, his eyes heavy on her. He didn't need to say a word.
His smug expression told her everything—he knew exactly what was happening. And worse, so did she.
All the while, Tianna was deeply troubled—not because she didn't want it, but because she did. More than anything.
Her mind was spinning, and yet her hands moved instinctively, her fingers trembling as they wrapped around Ross's cock.
"Oh my god…" she murmured, voice low with disbelief. "I can't even wrap one hand around it."
She tried again, both hands this time, but even together they barely encased its thick girth.
It pulsed hot in her grasp, and she could feel every twitch, every throb like it was alive in her palms.
"It's so hard… so thick… and just look at how long it is…" she whispered, almost in awe.
Her heart was pounding, face flushed, breath shaky.
"What the hell is this cock?" Tianna was shocked, dazed, aroused beyond belief.
