A Sky Colored Cock

It seemed to be her fingers’ natural resting place. When she wasn’t using her hands for something else they slid down to her pink folds and absent-mindedly stroked. Not seeking orgasm, not even necessarily for arousal. Just comfort. Just warmth. Just her. IMG_8561.png
 
It seemed to be her fingers’ natural resting place. When she wasn’t using her hands for something else they slid down to her pink folds and absent-mindedly stroked. Not seeking orgasm, not even necessarily for arousal. Just comfort. Just warmth. Just her. View attachment 2318506
Taking stock of one's self, gaining a feeling of security from the touch, warming one's self within a secured personal fortress—alone, but contented.
 
It's okay, I'll somehow manage to beat this feeling off. (*ahem*)
Be sad later because I am very excited about your drawings of the erect cock pressing against the inside of the pants ( not to mention the lovely lean loins this fellow has!) and the sproing-a-boing boing as it flies up and out, thrilled to show itself to the world!
 
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