Picking you up in a flurry, you are placed precariously above his balls as he taunts you. "You feel that? That's the strength of a real man!"
His boisterous self simply lets go of his fingers, dropping you down into his musky balls, your face feeling flush from the absolutely oppressive enviroment, a hell in which you couldn't escape from. The scent of masculine stink was everywhere, and completely stopped your movement aside from twitches as you wriggle against his flesh to his delight. You can't believe that by just his two balls, your senses are overwhelmed.
You can't tell the time inside, and after what feels like an agonizing amount of time...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 3:34pm on Dec 25, 2024 via server WEBX1.