“You need a warm, blood-filled, lengthening cock in you – not some cold, lifeless dildo,” he says.
I walk away, soul-searching what I really need.
Later that night…
Reassuring eyes unlock my caged heart. Whispered words penetrate my guarded mind. Ravenous mouth and tongue melt my frigid sex.
In my eyes, by the time she straps it on, it’s a natural extension of her. As she fucks me, she becomes my religion and I shout Her name to Heaven.
It’s not the cock that matters, but the one wielding it – and she’s anything but cold and lifeless.