“Fuck me, you bastard!” I yell at him, and he must finally, finally get it because he rears up, kneeling between my legs. He reaches down to unfasten his kilt and drops it on the ground. His cock stands out stiff from his body, and it’s even bigger than I remember, this huge, thick, dark thing, ridged along its length and studded with round bumps that look like something designed with the sole purpose of driving any man or woman out of their mind. The head is fat and curved, and dripping with clear pre-come.
