28F I brought home a guy from the club who was actually, legitimately hung like a horse… and he destroyed me.

I’ve heard girls joke about it, but when I yanked his boxers down this absolute monster flopped out – thick, heavy, veiny, hanging damn near to his knee while still soft. I burst out laughing like an idiot, half from shock, half because my pussy clenched so hard I almost came on the spot. He just smirked, grabbed the back of my head and said, “Don’t worry, princess. I’ll only ruin you as much as you can take… tonight.” Made me drop to my knees and worship that fat horse cock. I could barely stretch my lips around the head – my jaw was aching, drooling all over it while I licked every inch of that throbbing shaft and sucked those heavy balls. I was dripping down my thighs before he even touched me. He threw me on the bed, ass up like a bitch in heat. Slapped my cheeks and growled, “Back it up, slut.” I slid onto the first few inches and instantly started moaning like a whore – it felt like I was being split open. He leaned over me, breath hot on my neck: “That all you can take?” I whimpered yes. Big mistake. He grabbed my hips hard enough to leave bruises and slammed deeper. I screamed – full-on, porn-level scream – eyes rolling back, pussy gushing around that massive dick. I saw stars, almost blacked out from how stuffed I was. He pulled back just enough for me to breathe, then started slow, brutal thrusts that turned my brain into mush. By the end I was a shaking, drooling mess begging him to wreck me harder. Still sore two days later. Zero regrets. 10/10 would let that horse cock ruin me again