I can't stop staring at it. And it seems like it's staring right back at me, the veins holding my gaze and that plump reddish tip I want to suck. As a slut writer and visual learner, I've seen quite a few cocks and I'm pretty good at the measurements. So this, I tell you, is no less than a big, fat twelve inch cock. Damn. It's so… magnificent. Extraordinary. Drool-worthy. My mouth waters as I trail my eyes up to his rigid stomach, every ab defined like a rocky path, the dark hairs dusting them, and his wide, muscular chest. The way his shoulders bunch, the way water droplets plop down his massive body. My eyes flutter as I meet his gaze, those alluring green eyes, that big Greek nose I definitely want to sit on, that moustache, and his reddish mouth—fuck, his mouth is just a seat waiting to be ridden and— “Belle? Are you okay?” His gruff voice pulls me out of my messy, dirty thoughts. I shudder, a feverish weakness enveloping my cold body. Am I okay? What woman—or man, wo
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