Women are so concerned with size, as if we’d even be capable of taking a twelve-inch monster dick. It’s Jason’s thickness; the veins running along his length that I love to trace with my tongue; the way he knows exactly how to swivel his hips and work himself inside of me to make me scream. It’s the attentive care in which he handles me, recognizing every sound and move I make. He doesn’t just fuck me. He studies me, and gives me every single thing my body needs.
