She was fascinated. Her fingertips drifted over the heavy sack that held his balls. She’d never had the time ... or inclination, really ... to just look at a man’s balls. There had always been too much hurry going on ... too much “Let’s get on with the good stuff!”
She marveled at the tiny, soft hairs that sprouted from that sack. She pushed a finger at the bag, and saw something round move inside it. She knew how sensitive that little round thing was, so when she gripped it, through the skin of the sack, she was gentle. It was slippery in there. That sack was heavy ... full.
He hadn’t said a word. He just lay there and let her explore. His p***s was next. It looked so odd to her, with its loose covering of skin, and the shiny part peeking out, with its one Cyclops eye. It bobbed when sh
