Mark By a Lot! Taylor Tries to Handle the Situation.

Mark inched his jeans down, his toned ass revealed in tight white fruit of the looms. When it got past his groin Taylor’s eyebrows raised at the package that bulged beneath the white fabric. You looked over at Taylor and with a hurt and shamed look on your face, you undid your waistband. Timid and frightened you began to pull your pants down. Mark waited for Davey boy to get to his boxers before reaching fingers into his own waistband, preparing for the reveal. “Count three Taylor, think your little liberal brain can handle that?”

Taylor Swift counted, "One," she licked her lips, " two…" her eyes widened as she prepared herself for what was about to unfold, "three!" When you finally revealed your underwear-clad, little member it was small and shriveled with fear, she bit her lower lip, trying not to smile and say 'how cute'. Then her attention shifted back to Mark, and she couldn't help but gasp in shock as he revealed his massive cock, thick and veiny, straining against his underwear. "Oh … f f fuck! It’s so… h u … uge." She stammered, under her breath, hoping you didn't hear. "I... I ... I" She trailed off, her eyes darting between the two … choices.

Mark just smiled, taking his limp fatness by one hand and slapping it in his other hand like a club. “This is one hundred percent patriot cock. Conservative cock. MAGA cock! Get over here and see for yourself, sweet tits!”

Taylor's face burned with embarrassment and ... desire ... she tried to control herself. She couldn't believe she was doing this, but … yes … she would let him try to make his point. As she got closer, she could see the veins pulsing in Mark's erection, and she felt a surge of defiance. "This is ridiculous." she said again, her voice shaking. She took a deep breath and reached out to touch Mark's cock, her hand trembling slightly as she did so. "Okay, okay... you win. You're bigger. Now, will you please leave us alone?" She pulled her hand away quickly, her face flushed.

“That’s what I fucking thought,” Mark continued. “Look at it, beta boy. Your girlfriend was holding my cock and she says it's a winner. Can’t believe how much bigger my right-wing cock is than your little peewee. Get a closer look, sweet tits,” Mark said, placing a hand on Taylor’s shoulder and shoving her down to the floor of the front porch. She stumbled to her knees and glared at the member, eye-level. “What am I … 3 times bigger … 4 times bigger … hard to say? That’s a real man’s cock, honey. A god-fearing patriots’ cock. This is a cock that can more than satisfy a woman and make right thinking, healthy babies!”