c**k Hungry
She thinks about c**k a lot, many times in the course of a day, and again at night. She thinks about holding the c**k, so limp, so vulnerable at first, but then it swells and stiffens in her hand. She marvels at how hard it is, yet how warm and soft is the skin. She examines it closely, staring at the veins that pump the blood. Slowly she peels back the foreskin, sees the skin stretched so tight and glossy over the purple bulb.
She thinks of that first kiss, her lips just brushing the tip, then little feathery kisses all the way down the shaft to his balls, and back up again. She kisses the head, then licks it, her tongue sliding across the glassy surface. She wraps her lips around it, holding it just under the rim, not sucking yet, but licking still, her tongue darting aroun
