He was wearing cotton briefs and the outline of his cock and balls was molded within them, stretching the material around the shape of his formidable prick. Where the wedge-shaped knob bulged out, the white cotton had turned sticky, a damp patch of pre-cum spreading out.

"Oooooh!" the wanton woman purred, studying the size of his cotton-clad cock.

Jeff hooked his fingers under the elastic band and drew his shorts out wide of his cock and balls, tugging them down under his balls so his whole rig was revealed.

Jeff was a journeyman, and his cock seemed suited to his professional big, blunt-headed hammer of a cock towering up long and thick from a set of swollen cumbags as if poised to drive a spike.

His piss-hole was parted and the tip of the purple slab was frothy with seepage. A fat vein seamed the underside of his shaft, like electric flex on a pipe. Jenny smiled, pleased by the size of his prick and delighted to know that he had become so hard just by looking at her.

She was a woman who loved to be admired, exhibitionism being the other side of the voyeur coin.

Jeff dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them, then removed his faded shirt. He was lean and wiry, the narrowness of his hips emphasizing the size of his cock.

He stepped toward her.

Jenny stepped back. Each time he moved closer to her, she retreated from him. But each backward step was bringing her nearer to the bed.

Jeff had lost his shyness now and he grinned wolfishly as he followed the jutting figurehead of his prick across the room. Jenny came to the side of the bed and sat down, perched on the edge.

He moved up and stood over her, shoving his haunches out and working his cock-muscles, making that formidable weapon pulse and jolt, level with her face.