<div class="floatleft">(https://aestheticmuscleclub.files.wordpress.com/2014/08/tim-gabel-4-17.jpg)</div>Imre watched her expression of surprise grow, as she began to free his member, with amusement. It wasn't the first time he had seen that expression cross a woman's face when coming face-to-face with his manhood. It wasn't photogenic because of the size of his body, but he must admit it looked great when it was close to a petite woman. "jaaaysus christ..." Imre chuckled a bit at that. Another reaction that was common.<br/><br/>"Imre, please, don't be upset, but... I'm not sure I can handle this." He smiled softly at her knowing that she wasn't saying that to stop what was happening but out of surprise. "But... I'm going to try." Imre would have just been silent, but a phrase popped into his head and he couldn't help but spout it off softly. "If, at first, you don't succeed..."<br/><br/>"Just...be gentle with me.  I'm... not invulnerable." He reached down to lift her chin and make her look at him. " I was going to be gentle even if you had asked me not to. I don't want to actually break you. I want both of us to enjoy this. Besides, I know my strength better than you."<br/><br/>His head dropped back as she sent sensation after sensation through his member. He was clearly enjoying the whole process, but just to make sure, he spoke up anyways. "You seem to know what you're doing, Miss Jackson." It was at that point that she started stroking him and a gravelly hum of appreciation came from his chest. As she took the head of his member into her mouth, he groaned for the first time, before his head came up and he stared down at her. His hands reaching down to scoop up her ginger locks and hold it behind her head, allowing him to clearly see what she was doing.