oralaphrodite: I stare into his eyes, deep and with intent. I don’t want him just ‘hard’, that banal descriptor of any old erection. No, I want more. Much, much more. I want his veins to pulsate and engorge with blood, as if it were a ventricle
oralaphrodite: I stare into his eyes, deep and with intent. I don’t want him just ‘hard’, that banal descriptor of any old erection. No, I want more. Much, much more. I want his veins to pulsate and engorge with blood, as if it were a ventricle
