In the heart of London, two strangers, drawn to each other by whispered tales of British endowment, meet in a secluded alleyway. The taller, more reserved man, dressed in a crisp suit, unzips his fly to reveal a substantial, veiny cock, already hard with anticipation. The shorter, more rugged man, in worn jeans and a leather jacket, grins appreciatively, "Not bad, but let's see if it's true what they say about British stamina." He drops to his knees, taking the entire length into his mouth, his head bobbing enthusiastically as he proves that size isn't everything, but in this case, it certainly helps.