About nine inches, if I had to guess. Way bigger then what I ever hopped to be. My seven inches seemed small compared to him. He sat down again and le...ned back on his hands, his sweat was still on his chest, and his smell was over powering now. But I loved it.“Mind sucking me off?” I looked at him a bit. I wanted to. Damn, I wanted to. I looked at his nice clean cock; his curly dark brown pubic hair seemed perfect. I didn’t say anything to respond. I just slowly leaned down, and then took his. His posture was straight and imperious, his shoulders broad, and his charcoal-grey hands large even in proportion to the rest of him. He was dressed in a suit of what once might have been fine cloth, but it had been inexpertly tailored with irregular, ugly stitches. His head was partly a man’s, partly a dog’s, and partly some other thing, unimagined except in the fevered nightmares of sickly children. Beneath his stern brow, eyes of pure emerald were slit vertically by obsidian pupils. His. I was really happy to have got somebody’s company. We talked till 11.45, when I decided that must go and get my luggage. She agreed to wait for me in waiting room. On the way I heard the announcement that all trains going to Madurai/Trichy had been delayed due to heavy rains. I went back to the waiting room. Shraddha looked tensed. We waited till 3.45, when we found that all trains to the route had been cancelled and now the next train would leave only tomorrow. It was tough to adjust in the. Then I felt his cock trying to get inside of me. But my legs were tied up, so he untied my legs. He was holding my legs up by my ankles, and he was trying to push his cock in me. But my hole was not big enough for him and hurt like hell when he tried to force his cock in me!“Wow! All that cum, and still not wet enough for my cock to get in!”I heard him spit, and felt it in my hole. Then he stuck a finger inside of me. It hurt a bit at first, but when his finger entered me, the sensation was so.