His sac hung low and swayed as he walked.His sac hung low and swayed as he walked. This matched set emerged from a large patch of soft dark blonde hair which was now matted with oil. Even now, as he hung limp, recovering from the recent stroking, he was impressively large. And although he might not be able to take personal credit for this gift, he was indeed proud. As he grabbed a towel from the closet, he thought to himself how good a hot shower would feel. As the hot water flowed over his body, his thoughts turned toward his evening plans. He couldn't help but be nervous. ++++++++++++++++++ Elizabeth stared at the ceiling. There was nothing there to look at really, she focused there more or less by default. Lying supine on her unmade bed, nearing that magical moment where her entire body would shudder with an intensity and pleasure that was only possible through orgasm, she pinched her left nipple harder. Her other hand deftly worked the vibrator in and out of her soaking wet crotch. She was subconsciously glad that no one was home as she moaned louder and louder. Then it happened. The feeling began deep within her, and begin slowly spreading outward toward every single cell. Liz arched her back, thrusting against her own hand. The moan turned into a scream, a scream that nearly everyone would recognize as coming from pure pleasure. |