Greg writhed on the bed, his hands gripping his huge rod as best he could. All questions banished from his head as he was overwhelmed with nothing but pleasure.
But James wasn't done with him. Greg was his and his alone. He would make sure of this.
With each stroke, Greg's cock continued to grow. Three feet. Four feet. Five feet.
It swelled and twitched in need till it stood tall between his legs, the veins and bumps prominent as he desperately worked his hands over his cock.
"It won't stop... Ah... James... What's happening to me? Please... Help!" Whimpers escaped him as he desperately tried to stroke himself, his hands no longer able to fit around his large tool.
James moved closer and lay a hand on the hot meat. "You should lick it. Maybe if you come, you'll shrink." He smirked to himself. Like he was ever going to shrink this beautiful prize.