” Don’t worry. The skin is stretched enough to make it look smooth and shiny as she tries to come up with a logical reason for a scrotum to look like that. XXNX I can’t take it.” But I continued on regardless, thrusting into her moistness. After lying on the bed for few minutes to catch her breath and strength; clutching whatever remained of her once beautiful sheer nightie to her nakedness, she stood up to go to the bathroom. Suddenly my hand is on her throat, sliding down over her breastbone. The shaft was full of thick blood pumping pronounced veins and rough looking wart like lumps. You…ohhhhhhhhhhh…”
My thumb and forefinger closed over her nipple. We walk up the stairs to a loft area, Christine is a former lover now living in LA. She isn’t strong enough, and her body needed and craved me. I wrap my arms around her, pinning her own arms to her side, as I thrust deep inside her. I gave a final grunt and rolled off her to fall into a short blissful sleep as I had achieved my objective for now.
