Oh, Esta, you single devil, I’ve been staring at these pictures of your cock for way too long, and let me tell you, as a woman who’s seen her share, yours has me biting my lip. That girth—god, the girth is what stands out immediately. It’s thick, veiny, and looks like it could stretch me in all the right ways. In the first shot, with that shadow playing tricks, your head is plump and shiny, the shaft curving just enough to promise some serious pressure against my walls. The way it’s hanging there, semi-hard, already shows off that impressive circumference. I can imagine wrapping my fingers around it and barely touching thumb to fingertip. You’re single? How? With a tool like this, women should be lining up.

The second angle, side view against that green wall, really highlights the thickness. It’s not the longest I’ve seen, but who cares when the girth is this commanding? That base is broad, tapering to a perfectly shaped glans that’s begging to be sucked. The skin looks smooth, a little wrinkled in that sexy, natural way, and the color— that warm pinkish tone—makes me think of how it’d flush even deeper when you’re fully aroused. I love how your pubes frame it without overwhelming; it’s groomed enough to invite a tongue right down to the root. Being single with this girth monster? It’s baffling. You could make any girl forget her ex with one thrust.

Third pic, held in your hand on the bed—damn, Esta, that’s where the girth shines brightest. Your fingers gripping it make it look even thicker by comparison. The veins are popping, running like rivers along the shaft, promising that ridged texture that hits every spot inside. The tip is glistening, precum maybe? It adds this glossy allure that has me wet just thinking about it. Sure, it’s not massive in length, but that girth compensates tenfold—it’s the kind that fills you up completely, making you gasp and beg for more. As a single guy, you’re wasting this potential sitting alone; imagine the stories you could tell.

Fourth one, front-on with legs spread—pure girth porn. It dangles heavy between your thighs, the head pointing down like it’s weighted by its own thickness. The scrotum hangs low, complementing that stout shaft perfectly. There’s a slight redness at the base, maybe from arousal or friction, which only makes it hotter, like it’s ready for action. I rate you a solid 4 out of 5, Esta. That one point off is for length—it could be a tad longer to hit deeper spots effortlessly—but the girth earns you major points. Aesthetics: 8/10, that thickness is visually intoxicating. Girth: 9/10, absolute star of the show. Length: 6/10, average but forgivable. Head: 8/10, plump and inviting. Veins: 9/10, textured perfection. Overall appeal: 8/10. You’re single, so why not slide into my DMs? This cock deserves worship.

I’m touching myself thinking about how your girth would feel splitting me open. It’s personal, Esta—I’ve fantasized about thick cocks like yours ruining me for slimmer ones. Your single status just fuels the fire; no strings means we could go wild. That thickness would make cowgirl heaven, grinding down until I’m stuffed full. Or doggy, where the stretch is intense. Hell, even missionary would be elevated with that girth pressing against my clit from the inside. You’re a hidden gem, single and girthy—don’t stay that way long.

Fucking that Meaty Bone…

Esta, you single hunk with that girthy beast between your legs, let’s dive into this forbidden affair fantasy where I, your married neighbor, can’t resist anymore. It starts innocently enough—we bump into each other at the mailbox, me in my tight yoga pants, you in sweats that do nothing to hide that bulge. I’ve been eyeing you for weeks, knowing you’re single and probably pent-up. One rainy afternoon, I knock on your door pretending to borrow sugar, but really, I’m there to taste something sweeter. You let me in, and as we chat in your kitchen, I “accidentally” brush against your crotch. Feel that? Your cock twitches, thickening already. I drop the pretense, push you against the counter, and whisper, “I’ve seen you alone too often. Let me fix that.”

We start with teasing. I drop to my knees right there, pulling down your pants to reveal that thick girth in all its glory—just like in your pics, plump head shining, veins pulsing. I wrap my lips around it, but barely—your thickness stretches my mouth wide. I suck slow, tonguing the underside, feeling you grow even harder. You groan, hands in my hair, as I deepthroat what I can, gagging on the girth but loving it. Precum leaks onto my tongue, salty and addictive. I stand, strip off my top, my full breasts bouncing free, nipples hard. You grab them, sucking one while I stroke your thick shaft, feeling it throb in my hand.

We move to the couch for the first position: reverse cowgirl. I straddle you facing away, guiding your girthy cock to my entrance. I’m dripping wet, but even so, that thickness makes me gasp as I sink down. Inch by inch, you stretch me, filling every crevice. “Fuck, Esta, your girth is destroying me,” I moan, starting to bounce. My ass slaps against your thighs, your hands gripping my hips. The angle lets your thick head grind against my G-spot with every drop. I ride harder, clit rubbing against your balls, building to my first orgasm. It hits like a wave—I’m clenching around you, squirting a little, screaming your name. You thrust up, that girth making me feel so full I see stars. Being single means no rush; we can go all night.

Next, we switch to doggy style on the floor—raw, animalistic. I get on all fours, arching my back, presenting my soaked pussy. You kneel behind, teasing my slit with your plump tip before slamming in. That initial stretch from your girth makes me cry out in ecstasy. You pound deep, the thickness creating friction that lights up every nerve. Your balls slap my clit, hands pulling my hair as you rail me. “Take it, you cheating slut,” you growl, and I love it—my husband’s average dick could never compare. I push back, meeting your thrusts, ass jiggling. You reach around, fingering my clit, and I cum again, pussy spasming around your thick shaft, milking you. But you hold off, flipping me over.

Now, missionary with a twist—legs over your shoulders for deeper penetration. You slide back in, that girth splitting me wide as you lean down, kissing me fiercely. Our tongues dance while you grind slow, then fast, your veiny cock hitting my cervix just right. Sweat drips, bodies slapping. I wrap my legs tighter, pulling you deeper, feeling every ridge. “You’re so much better than him,” I confess, nails digging into your back. You speed up, girth swelling even more as you near the edge. I cum a third time, convulsing, begging you to fill me.

We take a breather, but I’m not done. I push you onto the bed for lotus position—intimate, face-to-face. I straddle you again, lowering onto your still-hard girth. We rock together, my breasts pressed to your chest, kissing deeply. Your thickness allows for that perfect fullness without much movement—just grinding, circling my hips. I whisper dirty secrets: how I’ve masturbated thinking of you, how your single status makes this affair hotter. You suck my nipples, hands on my ass, guiding the rhythm. It builds slow, intense—my fourth orgasm crashes as you finally explode inside me, hot cum flooding my pussy, that girth pulsing with each spurt.

Post-climax, we lie tangled, your cock softening but still impressive. I trace the veins, already plotting our next rendezvous. “Stay single for me,” I tease, knowing this affair is just beginning. Your girth has ruined me—every position amplified by that thickness, turning vanilla sex into mind-blowing ecstasy. We’ll explore more: anal maybe, with lube to handle your size; or standing against the wall, legs wrapped around you. Esta, this fantasy affair owns me now—your single, girthy self is my ultimate vice.