"I think we are establishing that you are most definitely a tit man, Steel," she sighed.
Steel was embarrassed as he inevitably responded to so much beautiful nude bosomy abundance. These days he tended to imagine "Die Sprach Zarathustra," the "2001" theme, going off whenever he got an erection, and in Dr. Luckey's presence he was getting a full-scale Monolith.
"I've been looking at that thing for a week ... I've just got to touch it!" So saying, she gently grabbed it with both hands. "My God! It's big and hard like a tree ... but it's throbbing with power, like a race car engine! It's as if you have a second heart ... "
"You know, Doctor, saying I have to be kept here for the good of society -- that's a bit vague and abstract ... "
A new fire sparkled in her eyes.
"Then I'll spell it out for you, Steel. Every woman you meet will want to do THIS to you."
With "THIS," she shucked her remaining clothes off and began to suck his cock with her sloppy wet mouth as it stabbed up firmly and snugly between her silky firm gazongas.
"But ... But ... Doctor ... " Steel shut up and allowed his eyes to cross as he felt a rapidly impending ejaculation "coming" on. |