It weighted heavy in my hand, even heavier on my mind,
As my mind dwelled on its size inside me...
Stretching my small space wider then it has every been,
Pushing against my depths and still have length to spare,
But at the same time, it was still intriguing...
Its size had my mouth drooling,
My womb spilling over with dampness,
As my mind played the scene of him taking me from behind,
And sliding his enormity deep inside my heat,
Making me scream in passion pain,
Making my cream run down my thighs, from the sharp surreal sensations between my legs,
Making my hips bulk, as my knees go weak,
As he thrust all so deep inside my pink dragon with reckless abandonment...
But for now I'm happy just holding a firm grip on it,
Sliding my fingers up and down the flesh of its smooth taut girth,
Feeling the power of its deep pulsation's in the palm of my hand,
While I day dream about my pink dragon being slain many times,
By his big black blade...