Three Sentence Ficathon

Even Jack's sangfroid is rattled at the size of the erect and solid penis in Phryne's delicate hands.

"Are you quite sure..."

"Oh, darling," Phryne caressed the object before sinuously sliding it into the harness and climbing onto the bed, all naked skin and bobbling phallus (Jack felt himself stirring, regardless of the sheer size of what was bobbling), "haven't you heard, 'Go big, or go home'?"