Do it

Ethan’s too horny to feel shame.

Reaching down, Ethan starts to fiddle with his pants but pauses before he gets to the zipper. His grandfather used to say ‘in for a penny, in for a pound’, and while Ethan was already fully intending to pound, he might as well sink as low as he can go.

His angle is awful, and if he stands up just a bit taller he’s sure he can get a full and proper view of the show. Layla’s eyes are closed anyway, so what's the harm?

Unzipping, Ethan slowly rises, taking more of the masturbating woman’s body in. Chewing his lip, Ethan reaches into his pants, just as he takes Layla into full view, taking a-hold of…

Cock.

Ethan freezes, his heart catching in his throat.

Blinking, Ethan tries to refocus his eyes, refusing to believe the lies they are showing him. Quivering slightly, his head feeling light, Ethan stares at the unimaginable sight before him: Layla laying on her back stroking a massive cock.

Her cock.

Ethan gasps, his lips unable to touch as his jaw slacks.

Layla has a cock. A thick, juicy prick that looks puts others to shame. Including…

Ethan feels his cock throb in his grasp, partially breaking his shock. Dropping low, he cuts off the sightline, his breathing becoming sharp.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, unable to keep his surprise in. “Fuck!”

Ethan waddles away, one hand holding the pan, the holder still on his prick. Looking around in a panic, he makes sure nobody is around as he flees home, unable to take a moment, be rational, and let go of his dick.

Getting inside is a chore, but he manages, slamming the door behind him and slumping on the ground. Panting, both from fear and running, Ethan tries to wrap his head around what he just saw.

Layla has a dick. A huge dick. A big fat monster c-

Ethan feels a throbbing. Turning his gaze down, he regards the hand in his pants, firmly grasped around his eager manhood.

Quivering, Ethan makes a choice.