What a magnificent piece of meat. I dream of having a regular cock to service, and if I had this one, I would never leave the house.
You live like this, sheltered, in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. Then you read a book… or you take a trip… and you discover that you are not living, that you are hibernating. The symptoms of hibernating are easily detectable: first, restlessness. The second symptom (when hibernating becomes dangerous and might degenerate into death): absence of pleasure. That is all. It appears like an innocuous illness. Monotony, boredom, death. Millions live like this (or die like this) without knowing it. They work in offices. They drive a car. They picnic with their families. They raise children. And then some shock treatment takes place, a person, a book, a song, and it awakens them and saves them from death. Some never awaken.
The perfect cock is hard, long and thick enough to hold like this.
I’m a girl who loves the feeling of sperm running down her skin. Once I urged my lover to come over my face, neck and tits. I lasted with him until I had to get away for my lecture in university, having no time for a shower! In class I felt the dried up sperm still covering my skin. And what really turned me on: the smell of it. I felt such a little slut… I noticed that it made my cunt all wet again. As soon as the lecture was over I sneaked into the toilet to masturbate and make myself come.
—This is good slut training, to wear your lover’s cum all over your face in public.