Tatti arrives home to find her husband sitting on the edge of the bed, looking miserable. She asks what’s wrong, and he quietly tells her that the online bullying hasn’t stopped—people are still mocking him relentlessly over his c*ck size.

Furious and fed up, Tatti storms back out the door without another word. She drives straight to the bully’s place and starts hammering on his door until he finally opens it.

The moment he appears, she launches into him. “Do you have any idea how upset my husband is? This needs to stop right now! His c*ck is big—leave him alone! I’m not putting up with this anymore!”

The bully just smirks, clearly amused. “Oh yeah? Show me again how ‘big’ it is then.”

Flustered but determined, she pulls out her phone to show the same photo she’d confronted him with before. He laughs louder this time, shaking his head. “That’s cute.” Without hesitation, he drops his trousers and pulls out his own c*ck—thick, heavy, and undeniably massive. “This,” he says, “is a proper c*ck.”

Tatti’s eyes widen as she stares. For the first time, real doubt creeps in. Maybe... maybe she’d been wrong.

“Go on,” he taunts, stepping closer. “Show me how it compares.”

Before she can protest, he takes her hand and wraps her fingers around his shaft. The sheer girth and weight make her breath catch. She suddenly feels very awkward, realising she may have c*mpletely misjudged the situation.

He pulls out his phone and starts recording. “Here’s the deal,” he says calmly. “You’re going to admit on camera that your husband’s c*ck is small, or this video of you holding my d*ck goes everywhere—along with that sad l*ttle photo of his. Your choice.”

Tatti hesitates, cheeks b*rning, then finally snaps, “Fine.”

Looking straight into the lens, she says, “My husband’s c*ck is tiny... and yours is huge. Whatever. It doesn’t even matter.”

The bully laughs, saves the video, then pockets the phone. “Good girl. Now, if you don’t want that getting sent to everyone you both know... get on your knees.”

Tatti slowly sinks down. He lifts his heavy c*ck and lets it rest across her face—it’s almost the same length as her entire face. He gives her cheek a few firm slaps with it, smirking the whole time.

“Bet your husband’s never made you feel this,” he says, humiliating both of them with every word.

He grips the back of her head and guides himself into her mouth, sliding deeper than she’s ever taken anyone. “First time you’ve ever had a real c*ck this far down your throat, isn’t it?”

Just then, her phone starts ringing. It’s her husband.

The bully snatches it before she can react, answers the c*ll, and puts it on speaker. “Hey, she’s a l*ttle busy right now... why don’t you say hi, b*by?”

Her husband sounds confused and worried. Tatti can barely form words around the thick shaft filling her mouth, managing only muffled, ch*ked sounds.

The bully chuckles and ends the c*ll.

He takes her upstairs, pushes her onto the bed, and w*stes no time sliding every inch into her. Tatti’s eyes roll back instantly—her whole body trembles and convulses as she experiences a level of fullness and pressure she’s never felt before. The thick length stretches her in ways that send uncontrollable waves of pleasure crashing through her. She c*ms hard, again and again, legs shaking, c*mpletely overwhelmed by the relentless pounding.

Her phone rings once more. Husband.

Panicked, she answers this time, voice trembling and breathless as she’s still being deeply f*cked. “H-hello—?”

The wet sounds and her barely-contained moans are unmistakable. Her husband asks what all the noise is.

“I—I just bumped into something really big and it hurt,” she gasps out, trying desperately to sound normal. “I’m okay, I’ll... I’ll be home soon!”

She hangs up quickly and drops the phone as another *rgasm rips through her.

Finally the bully stops f*cking her, mounts her properly, and growls against her ear, “Tell me you prefer my c*ck over his.”

Tatti, lost in the overwhelming pleasure, moans out, “I do... I prefer yours... so much more...”

He wanks his c*ck off over her face and covers her face with thick, heavy ropes of c*m.

She lies there breathless, marked, and quietly stunned—knowing nothing will ever feel the same again.

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