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I might not remember much of the boyfriends I had in human life. And I knew that my list of lovers over five centuries of existence could be very extensive. But... may the seven hells condemn me... No other man would ever be the height of Vraxlon. If the size of a penis could indicate the masculinity of a man, it could be said that he had passed in line about five times.

I had felt it in the water, I had had a slight impression that what had entered me was nothing small or thin. Still, it was difficult to hide the surprise of seeing a lot of that powerful extension of his body, still semi-stret, being wider and longer than I could describe in my wet dreams. And I seriously suspected that he had only put his head in that first contact at sea, because I wondered if everything would fit in me or if I could handle the power of all that at once.

Even holding proved to be a complicated task. My fingers did not close, and my nails rubd lightly against the veins that involved Vraxlon's penis.