Long, and thick, it looks like something straight out of a garden patch. All natural and homegrown, the bright orange surface shines in the firelight. But what I didn’t see before are the greenish veins, pulsing and filling his cock as his arousal grows. Meaty and vine-like, they rise from his shaft, ribbing the entirety of his surface. The hint of a stem pokes from his foreskin the more engorged he becomes. It looks like a clawed hook, beckoning me to sink down and let the grooved edge lock into me. At the very tip runs a frothy whip that sends tingles to my tongue as I long to lick it off
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