Something big

Your torturer pulls down the pair of boxer shorts you wear. Of course, with your own knowledge what you rock downstaurs, you smirk with great proud as you heard what your female **** said about your great manhood.

"Mine, Mine. Aren't you a great man?"

The black widow would speak outloud, giving her thoughts about what she thought about you. You were impressive, even in a more flacid state. Your 7in soft, 9 in hard, cock would make a great impression with the shield agent. A devious grin would appear would creep onto her face, making eye contact with you, she would ask you.

"I would be lying if I said I wasn't impress. Sure, it's not the biggest, nor best cock I have seen. Heh-hard to beat the hulk, which even the god, or billion couldn't do. You on the other hand, I wouldn't mind give a ride to ya, not free of course, I'm not one to whore out my body for free. You give me the infomation I need, and I can let you cum inside me. It would be ashame to make a cock like this useless."