Show her the beast

"No! I'm not!" he pleads.

Damnit. She wasn't going to listen to him if he didn't show her. He didn't want to because he didn't want to **** her to see it. It was a gigantic thing as it was. Xander grits his teeth and stands, working his belt and his button quickly. Before she can tell him to stop.

Pushing his trousers down to his knees, he released the "beast." It was more than eight inches, now. His hanging shaft is almost too thick to grab around, reaching nearly ten inches and still partially flaccid. Hints of veins pushed against the skin of that monster dick and added texture to its soft-looking skin. The cock throbs with his heartbeat from base to his huge and heavy helmet. That thickness was framed by two testicles that could have been confused with tennis balls, packed tightly in a silken pouch.

"Now that you've seen it," he looks into her eyes, ****, "am I really fixated?"

Dr.Ivy had seen and heard all sorts of things within her office, and for the most part she managed to stay cool, calm and professional, measured responses to the most traumatic of scenarios. The psychologist simply stared, wide eyed at that slab of man meat between his thighs, as if she'd seen a ghost.

"Oh my god!" she finally exclaimed with a wry smirk.
"Xander... you weren't fucking kidding!" she said with a chuckle, pressing a hand to her chest, noticing that it was either not yet erect, or bowed heavily under it's own weight, but indeed, the boy had a right to be worried about that weapon he was swinging.

"Xander.. Do.. you mind if I touch it?" she asked, biting at her lip.