And he was uncut. That was interesting. A pleasant sort of nerves skittered across my skin, and I wanted to touch. Bad. I wanted to wrap my hand around his shaft and stroke it to full mast, feel it swell under my fingers, see the head poke out from its little sheath of skin, dripping precum, begging for affection. I wanted to see that monster dick hard and proud, framed by the deep vee of Thor’s narrow hips.
