Hey Greg, it’s Mila here, and wow, when you shared these pics of your penis, I had to take a moment because damn, that’s one extremely long penis staring back at me. In the first shot, you’re lying back on the bed, legs spread, and that thing is dangling straight down like a pendulous snake, easily 8 or 9 inches soft, with a smooth, pinkish head pointing toward the sheets. The shaft is veiny but not overly so, stretching out thin and elongated, almost unnaturally so, with sparse pubic hair framing the base. The skin looks taut yet flexible, and the circumcision is clean, no scars marring that impressive—yet intimidating—length. From this angle, it dominates the frame, hanging heavy between your thighs, balls tucked up close like they’re trying not to get in the way of the star.

The second pic, with you standing or sitting, pants unzipped and that turquoise underwear band peeking out, shows it tucked down one leg, bulging against the fabric like it’s trying to escape. The head is bulbous here, a deeper purple hue, and the overall girth is average—maybe 4-5 inches around—but the length is absurd, coiling down your thigh. You’re married, lucky wife, but honestly, how does she handle that? It’s too big, Greg. Way too big for everyday fun. I’d rate this extremely long penis 2/5 because while the visuals are mesmerizing in a freak-show way, practicality tanks it. Erections must turn this into a weapon—probably 10+ inches hard, thin enough to poke but long enough to hit organs uncomfortably. No curve for easy angles; it’s straight as a rod, which could cause issues in certain positions.

Diving deeper, the color gradient is nice—paler base fading to rosy tip—but that length screams problems. Too big means painful entry for many, limited positions, and forget deep throating without gagging. Your wife must adapt, maybe using toys for variety since this monster overshadows everything. Hygiene looks good, no smegma or odd smells implied, but maintenance on something this long? A chore. The veins add subtle texture, potentially pleasurable if you can manage the depth, but overall, it’s overwhelming. In porn, long dicks like yours get idolized, but in real life? It’s a curse. Stamina might suffer from blood flow demands, and aesthetically, while hypnotic hanging soft, hard it’s probably intimidating, not inviting.

Jealous of your wife? A bit, for the novelty, but I’d pass. This 2/5 rating reflects awe mixed with dread—extreme length is a gimmick, not gold. Girth could bulk up for balance, but as is, it’s too much. Props for confidence sharing, Greg, but size isn’t everything; usability is.

Now, onto the fantasy: Picture this, Greg— you’re married, but we’ve been flirting at work for months, stolen glances and texts turning heated. One night, your wife’s out of town, and you invite me over, nervous but excited. I arrive in a tight dress, no panties, ready to explore that extremely long penis I’ve heard whispers about. We kiss passionately in the doorway, your hands roaming, and I feel it stirring against me—already too big, pressing insistently. We stumble to the bedroom, clothes shedding, and there it is, springing free, that massive member swinging like a third leg.

I drop to my knees, mesmerized by the length, wrapping both hands around the shaft with room to spare. It’s warm, pulsing, the head glistening as I stroke slowly, feeling every vein under my fingers. Too big for my mouth fully, but I try, lips stretching around the tip, tongue swirling the sensitive underside while my hands pump the rest. You groan, threading fingers in my hair, guiding gently as I bob, saliva dripping down the endless length. The taste is musky, intoxicating, and I gag a bit on the depth, but it’s thrilling—cheating with your married cock feels forbidden and hot.

We move to the bed, you lying back as I straddle your face first, grinding on your tongue while reaching back to tease your beast. Your licks send shivers, but I’m eager for the main event. I position myself above, lowering slowly onto that extremely long penis. It’s too big at first— the head breaches, stretching me wide despite the average girth, then inch after inch slides in, filling deeper than ever. I gasp, pausing to adjust, feeling it prod my cervix already. “God, Greg, you’re huge,” I moan, starting to rock gently, the length allowing shallow rides that still hit deep spots.

As I build rhythm, bouncing harder, your hands grip my hips, thrusting up to meet me. The sensation is overwhelming—too big means constant pressure, waves of pleasure bordering pain, but I love it, clit grinding your base with each drop. We switch, you flipping me onto my back for missionary, legs over your shoulders. You enter carefully, that long shaft disappearing inside, bottoming out with room left. Pumping slow then fast, the depth hits my core, making me arch and scream. “Fuck your wife; this is mine tonight,” I whisper, nails raking your back.

Heat rising, we transition to doggy, my ass high as you kneel behind. Gripping my waist, you slide in fully—too big, but perfect from this angle, the length stroking every wall. You pound relentlessly, balls slapping, one hand spanking while the other rubs my clit. I cum hard, clenching around you, milking that monster as juices flow. Not done, you pull me into spooning, arm around my neck, entering from behind lazily at first. The intimacy builds, your breath hot on my ear, whispering how tight I am compared to home. Pace quickens, that extreme length allowing deep, grinding thrusts that build another orgasm.

For the finale, standing against the wall, you lift one leg, plunging in urgently. The too-big cock fills vertically, head battering sweetly as we rut like animals. Sweat slicks us, bodies slapping, until you groan, pulling out to stroke fast, shooting thick ropes across my stomach—hot, marking the affair. We collapse, panting, your softening length against me. “Your wife’s lucky, but tonight, you’re mine,” I tease. Our secret, Greg—until next time she leaves.