“My thigh.” Her eyes make a slow perusal, and don’t think I don’t notice how much time she spends staring at my hard dick. She bends down to see better and of course my little man jumps at the movement, thinking she’s coming down to play. Chill, junior. “Poseidon.” “Why?” “You ask a lot of questions.” “I’ve been told that before.” “Because he’s god of the sea, and there’s nothing as alluring or terrifying as the sea. I love it.” She glances up at me. “You’re a complicated man, Robert Cross.”
More art to check out. "My little man" LOL what happened to the python?
