The tingling in me builds more, threatening to overwhelm all. Slowly and surely he drags himself down. Toned and built, every inch of him was a perfect example of manliness. As soon as that cork is gone, I get the distinct sensation of feeling the thick ooze dribble out of me. It doesn’t need to look too good – they’re not interested in my hair. His end sinks in, nearly pressing against my cervix, and I feel his testicles once more rest against me. I feel him slide down, and his long penis slowly slides down my stomach, leaving a thin trail of precum. A quick, simple braid for my hair. I feel him slide down, and his long penis slowly slides down my stomach, leaving a thin trail of precum. After only a moment of kissing, my head begins to feel woozy. By the gods, that’s a lot of hair! That bastard. He slides his middle finger deep into me, then slowly withdraws it.
