Many of these were specialty stunts which had involved car crashes and fires. Although the stunts had been carefully mapped out and controlled, he had gotten hurt. He showed me each scar and told the story that went along with it.
He was easy to talk to and was intelligent and fascinating. I could feel my attraction to him growing.
I reached out and touched his skin. It was soft around the scars. With my hand hot on his body, he kissed me. We were kissing, touching, and all was going well when he slid his pants off.
I thought I couldn’t be surprised by a big penis, but his was beyond huge. It was an anaconda, a baby’s arm, or a foot-long sub with extra meat.
I thought that my ex had been the “Dicktator,” but this guy’s dick was two of my ex’s put together. This guy was even too big for porn; his penis was freakish in its girth and length.
I reminded myself that I had been scared of my ex and his big penis at first but had grown tolove it, so I had to give it a try. The stunt man and I started to have sex and it was immediately painful as f*ck. I’m not sure he ever got it in all the way…
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