She thought, and put both of her hands on the elusive, developing log of tissue. She lifted it, flabbergasted by how weighty it felt. She jabbed at the tip of her finger inside the prepuce and circumnavigated the thick bulb. She shuddered at its possibility, snapping through her tight pussy opening and plunging inside her body.

How deep could she be to take all of it?

She massaged the rooster with two clench hands, pulled down and uncovered the vault, fitting more circumference into the top half. He appeared to be considerably greater now that she planned to put him inside her. She held him straight up and imagined her...