Measuring it against his hung black cock

His eyes light up with anticipation as I reach out with the trophy, the cold metal glinting under the bathroom's harsh lights. For a moment, he seems to forget about the power play, his attention solely focused on the phallic object in my hand. I can feel his excitement as he watches me, his cock bobbing with each heavy breath he takes.

"You like that?" he asks, a smug grin playing on his lips as he strokes himself with one hand, the other reaching out to take the trophy. "You want to know how much better this is than your little toys?"

As he moves closer, I hold the trophy up to his erection, the golden figure at the top just shy of touching the tip of his cock.

"You're cock is so much bigger than the trophy," I murmur, my voice laced with fake admiration as I hold the prize up to his erection. The gold glints with my green Cammy costume in the light, casting an eerie reflection on his face. His grin widens as he watches me, his hand still stroking his shaft.

"Yeah," he says, his voice thick with arousal. "But not nearly as satisfying." He reaches for the trophy, but I pull it away, holding it out of his reach. "What are you doing?" he asks, his smile turning into a sneer.