The Morning Wood Tree

by Siggy Shade

The thought of the tree soaking up my fluids makes my clit swell. His finger circles my clit. I’m so sensitive that I can feel each grain of the wood as though they’re raised fingertips. I’m still flushed from the ginger and so close to climaxing that sweat breaks out across my skin and my breath comes in shallow pants. I need more speed and more pressure. Most of all I need that thick, mannequin cock. “You must have enjoyed that spanking,” the mannequin says. “I have never seen you produce so much sap.” “P-please,” I whisper. “Just fuck me.” “Like this?” He slides the wooden cock up and down my exposed sex, making sure to linger on my clit. I buck my hips and bite down on my bottom lip, but it only makes me more aroused. “Yes,” I say through clenched teeth. “Just like that.” The mannequin lines up the blunt tip of his cock at my entrance and grabs hold of my hip with a large hand. I push back, needing that penetration, but he gives me a tight squeeze. “Wait for it,” he growls.