"Oh, thats sick! Why would I want to talk about my huge throbbing dick?" He blushed beneath his girly make up as he felt the warmth seep into his cock. He could feel it hanging thick between his new shapely legs. Felicia's fingers were still deep inside her pussy moving slowly. "I hope you're enjoying yourself, as much as I enjoy my rock hard cock." He felt the warmth again, both below and above from embarrassment. He decided he would have to keep the talking thing to a minimum.
It was to late for now however, his penis was on the rise, pushing up his short skirt and standing erect and dripping. The smell excited his piggy nose and he reached for his dick with his huge hands. The sight of nail polish on his big fingers excited him even more and he began to rub faster. Felicia was obviously wanting to suck his cock again, her mouth moved and tongue flicked in and out as she stared at him but apparently her other needs were taking priority at the moment as she pulsed her fingers in and out of herself. The both came, Felicia with a long high moan, and Peter with almost a squeal. He licked up his cum once more, mascara covered eyelashes fluttering with pleasure. "I hope you're happy bitch, my fat dick sure is."
Felicia was in fact a little happy. Her fingers had slid out of her pussy after she had cum, apparently satisfied... for now. She covered her huge breasts once again and waited, ready for his next attack.
Peter thought hard about his rhyme, he knew he had to end with a brag about his dick and didn't want that to mess things up. He decided to keep it simple and hope for the best.
"Your hands have made your cunt their pet, but don't you worry, they aren't done yet. For now they crave all of your holes, now take a good look at the size of my pole!" He flipped up his dress and let his dick fall free once again, warmth tingling inside. Felicia had just finished standing and pulling up her panties once again when the same as before her fingers began to twitch.