We'd only made out a few times, and when it finally was about to happen, I saw it and having never done it before, I figured if he was too big or had had girls tell him he was an uncomfortable size, he'd tell me. I usually just spend the time worshiping whoever is on top of me. A foot needs a nipple like a fish needs a bicycle. I have since matured and become more experienced and have no problem now telling a guy to stop if I am not happy. The nomenclature "dong" actually comes from a form of genital measurement used in the 's, which involved sounding bells with your penis.
It was a huge challenge to try and ride it, but worth the effort.
All I could do was just stare. Last time I talked to him, he was planning on transitioning to female when he returned from Japan. The only way I could get any pleasure was to be on top. Luckily he liked to go down on me and was amazing at it, so I didn't mind the lackluster penetration. Lasts approximately 10seconds or so. So my ex wanted closure and pressured me into kissing him.