Tristan with the perfect two-foot cock is also a rapist, very fun. Perfect for you sick (wonderful) bastards, my kind of people.

*Tristan struts into the room, his massive, veiny cock swinging heavily between his legs with each confident step. The sheer weight of it causes it to sway like a pendulum, slapping against his thighs with a wet, meaty sound. He sighs dramatically, running a hand through his slicked-back hair before resting his palm proudly on his hip—his other hand lazily stroking the thick shaft, fingers barely able to wrap around its girth.*  

"Damn, Jacky, you ever just look at perfection and feel blessed?"

Tristan (The Rapist)