The Mystery of Luscious, Swingin' Dongs

Incredible eloquence combined with arrogant inscrutability - a Man's Penis says so much, while being so silent - it gives an instant and indelible sense of who this Man is, of his unique statement in the world, and of his silent determination to penetrate, to acheive, to dominate.

Even in its handsome, flaccid state, the limp cock speaks volumes, his wrinkles and folds worn like the victor's laurel wreaths, ever ready to smooth out into the stretched skin of the fully hardened erection. The glans always seems to be 'sniffing' the air, looking for something to climb up into ~ His single eye is determined and has one goal, to find a receptacle for His jetted, furious, virile essence.

When fully hard, the Man's dick waves with pride, in surly, cocky confidence and derisive, white-hot arrogance, melting all it touches, turning everything it enters into silky soft wet hot hunger, welcoming the Manly onslaught.

The balls, when limp and relaxed, brazenly show their waiting potential ~ when tightened, they simmer and squirm with frothy spunk eager to find its target, and beckon the cocksucker's eager tongue and nibbling lips, and delicate fingers tugging when the moment comes to unload and drain themselves into the ecstatic, worshipful, gobbling throat into which the prod is deeply planted.