Giant Pet Fuks Small Master

I used two hands at the base of his cock. He wasn’t letting me focus enough to work him deeper. Though, I was already choking on him, which he seemed to love.
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I’d ordered Brock to rub tanning oil on my back, and the next thing I knew, I was naked on a towel in my bedroom, covered in oil. Most of it dripping between my cheeks.
Such was summer I guess.
He rubbed forcefully but gently over my hole. However he touched me was exactly what I wanted, needed.
“What do you want, babe?”
“I want to learn what it feels like to have multiple of your big fingers in me. Finger me, pet.”
“With pleasure.”
The tip of his finger started pushing against my outer ring. It indented, invaded, and pushed in through my silky folds.
“Damn, you’re tight. You might choke my fat cock off. What a way to go, though.”
His one finger filled me up more than enough.
How long were the fingers of a 6’10” man? As long as a smaller than average dick maybe.
He knew exactly where to touch and prod inside me.
“Your… hands ‘s big! Hmm, your finger. One is huge… Oohh… Maybe I don’t need your cock…”
“The fuck you don’t!!” He jammed in a second finger.
“Ahh!” My eyes teared up at the intrusion. It quickly turned to pleasure as he grinded against my prostate. He used my pleasure-drunk state to stretch me more and more.
“Pet…”
“Yeah?”
“Hmm, pet!”
“What is it?”
Broken whimpers and other sounds fell from my swollen lips, as I tried to bite them to stop them from escaping. “Ohh, pet- Uhh! Oohhh!!”
“Yeah, babe!”
“You’re- uh! – not allowed to stick your giant cock in me.” Even his fingers stretched me what felt like beyond capacity.
“Uuugghhhhghh!!” He jammed a third finger in.
My mouth fell open. I’d lost any ability to make sound.
And he...