Her hands grasped and held his huge prick, fondling the heavy weight of meat.Her hands grasped and held his huge prick, fondling the heavy weight of meat. Stroking and pumping, she felt it expanding under her caresses until the glans, swollen and seeping with moisture, gleamed with engorged blood. His foreskin, lay in thick and heavy folds surrounding the neck of his prick. Lisa's soft fingers moved the heavy folds of wrinkled skin up to almost cover the glans, them back slowly over the neck of his cock until the head was uncovered and throbbing in her hands. Each time she covered and uncovered his lusty cock with his foreskin, a small seepage of honey emitted from the slitted opening. For all the length of his cock, the glans head was small and almost flat, tapered at the bottom but straight at the top. Rounded and spongy to her touch, responsive to the suggestive caresses her tender fingertips traced over the smooth slick surface. It was much larger than her husband's root, or even George's prick. Lisa thought and compared the other four cocks she'd had. This one beat them all in length, maybe even a little in thickness. The hole in the head was a long slit instead of the dimple she was familiar with, seeping honey that oiled the slippery glans beneath the foreskin as she pumped on it. Softly running her hands over the massive organ, Lisa weighed and marveled at the weight, hefted the hairy testicles hanging with bunched wrinkled skin below the hardened shaft, slowly moving her fingers from testicles to glans, tracing the blue veins swelling and pulsing under the skin. Again, moving from root to tip, the sensuous blonde wife squeezed harder at his shaft, milking it and bringing a soft groan from Bull's lips. |