“What’s pretty about my cock?” I ask, meaning to sound sarcastic, though my voice comes out desperately inquisitive. I blame it on the contraption. He lets out a throaty hum then kneels on the bed next to me. “Well, let me tell you about it. Your cock is long, and straight and perfectly proportionate.” He straddles my thigh and when I try to sit up, he pushes me back with a large hand on my chest. “The skin is smooth, and it matches your complexion, except for that round pink head, like a crown.” He runs his fingers up my abs, dragging my shirt as he goes. “Your cock is majestic, like royalty.
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