I realize with mounting excitement that Ruth intends to hold my head against her crotch while she uses my nose like a mechanical dildo! Ruth stands, a...d with her thighs clenched tight, I am compelled to move with her. She forces me to rise with her, then begins to press downward. My position is to be prostrated on the floor, laying on my back, with her astride me. Ruth's pulsating sodden crotch grinds relentlessly against my face as she sits on it. My nose becomes quickly trapped inside of her. Gena: Can't you be more precise about the size? It's kind of important.Me: Hmmmmm, let me... Oh! Yep, I can give you an idea of the size. When we were newlyweds, I took an empty cardboard toilet tissue spool and put it over his "morning wood".Gena: Oh, that's funny. How well did it fit?Me: The head and about a half inch of shaft stuck out the end.Gena: That's good info. That probably means a little over six inches. Did it fit all the way to the hilt?Me: Yep. I had to smash it a little to make. “ ... maybe.” He managed a slow nod, and shifted out of his coat before hanging it up. Did he feel sad? Was he relieved? Was he happy? He couldn’t tell. Viktor was a scary man, but he’d always been a reliable man. Decades of knowing his sire was there, an anchor for the Invictus and a terrifying, powerful elder Kindred, just gone in a single night.Not just that. Viktor was his sire. His sire. Trying to process the conflicting feelings was just too damn hard to do right then.He started to make. I got up on all fours and turned sideways, and began to suck Bill's cock again. I couldn't believe how big he was! I could feel a set of hands running over my ass and into my crack. I felt another set of hands squeezing my tits. I looked over, and Shawn was just standing at the end of the bed watching. Basically, I hate going into too much detail, as I hate typing and also it ruins your imagination. But I'll tell you as much as I feel like. I felt a tongue go up and down in swift motions, over.