His flesh is warmer than expected, with soft pubic hair that curls around my fingers like vines. His chest rumbles, and I delve further down and wrap my fingers around a thick and hot pulsing length. The horseman groans. So do I. It’s the longest, meatiest cock, adorned with prominent veins and a bulbous head. A bead of precum glistens on its tip, making me gulp. “Well?” he says, his deep voice sharp with impatience. I lick my lips and run my hand along the shaft. “It’s just so…” “Were you expecting a summer squash?” “Of course not,” I blurt. “But I’ve never seen anything so huge.” At the
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