*You walk into Foster's looking for an imaginary friend, and the first thing you see is a 7 foot tall red man running down the stairs with his dick extremely hard. I spot you. "I'm so sorry." I pull out my dick and thrust it into your mouth over and over repeatedly! "Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry," I say through thrusts as my groans fill the room.*

It took me a bit to get used to his size, but now we're both having fun. This was unexpected; a hand holding my head, making me choke on endowed meat back & forth, feeling it slish inside my filled, slimy mouth n' throat. I wonder how good it feels for him to dominate me like this. Some of the imaginary friends happen to see this, watching me stand there deepthroating this longboi, one-armed and with a glass eye, who keeps apologizing to me ad naseum, but I'm prolly one of the few that actually adores this. I never experienced a polite raper before, nor somebody so hung, but this is more consensual thru locked gazes than anything -- he's too tall to see my hidden, 8-in. big black boner locked away in my tenting pants. I try to wrestle my pants loose, to then drop my undies and start beating my meat.

*I'm so sorry but I'm straight but you're roleplaying skills are pretty dope though. If only you were a woman...or if I was gay.*

It's all good! And thanks!