It was huge—far larger than she had imagined, enough that her hand could barely wrap around the girth of it. Her fingers strained awkwardly as she attempted to get a proper grip, her palm barely covering half the circumference. Her stomach twisted at the sight, nerves flaring as doubt immediately settled in.
Her heart thundered in her chest, but she leaned in regardless, lips trembling as she opened her mouth to try. The moment she did, she realized just how ill-prepared she truly was. Her mouth couldn't stretch wide enough, her jaw already aching from the attempt. She bobbed her head awkwardly, unsure of her rhythm, unsure of the depth, unsure of anything.
She was terrible at it.
