I came this far, and I needed that video. He pointed the camera on me, I was still hesitant. Seeing him look down at me like this brought back a sort of muscle memory. Our relationship, although void of any substance, was intensely erotic. The last fleeting thought of sensibility, that it wasn’t too late for me to shut this down with my dignity intact, disappeared when he pulled down his shorts.
His cock swung down in front of my face as his shorts fell to the ground. It was so large, intimidating.
“I wonder if you can still make it hard, or if you can even still handle one this large anymore?” He gloated.
He wasn’t wrong, I felt a bit scared. My fiancé is half his size. I also, hardly ever go down on him. I wasn’t going to let on that I felt any hesitation. I didn’t want him to think he had any power like that over me.
I looked up at him;
“Just like the video, ok.”
My hand was shaking as I reached for his cock. He pulled back, I looked up annoyed, wondering what he was doing. I wanted to get this started.