[Anecdotes about the Giant Glans] [Single Article] [Author: lyhgr]

Preface

My nickname is "Big Head Anan," or simply "Big Head," a name given to me by a woman. I can't remember who it was.

My head is no different from an average person's; it's not big at all, and many people wonder why I have such a nickname.

Originally, I didn't have a nickname. Outwardly, at 172mm tall and 65kg, I'm quite ordinary.

Unfortunately, I have an extraordinary talent: my glans is exceptionally large.

I once had a girlfriend who was a prostitute, and having been with countless men, she was obsessed with my glans, swearing it was the biggest and thickest she had ever seen.

During sex, she always liked to call me "Big Glans," but when we were out, she was too embarrassed to call me that, so she just called me "Big Head," and over time, that became my nickname.

My glans is a woman's favorite, their toy, and of course, a weapon.

Just how big is it?

Let me tell you: when my penis is erect, it's 15cm long and 20cm thick.

20cm is the circumference, of course; I wonder why anyone would think that's the diameter?

Want to compare? You can measure it too!

Don't believe it?

It's absolutely true, otherwise where would this anecdote come from?

(I) Fantasy

Whether it was a natural talent or the result of later training, it's impossible to verify now.

I started masturbating when I was 13.

At first, I didn't know how to masturbate, I just knew that it was comfortable to lie on the bed.

The feeling of being erect was really good, but the annoying thing was that I had to change my underwear every day.

Later, I found some books to read and realized that I had developed.

The feeling at that time was more exciting than the real thing now.

School days were very monotonous, and I looked forward to school getting out of school every day.

When I got home, I would finish my homework as soon as possible and go to bed early.

No one knew what I did in bed, but I was very proud of myself, and the wonderful fantasy began.

I often fantasized that I was a tyrannical landlord.

I had three or four wives, all of course young and beautiful, and I would change to a different one every day.

I also had a pretty maid at home, and I could do whatever I wanted to me, whenever I wanted, and in whatever way I wanted.

If I wanted to do it more often, I would go to a brothel to philander.

Seeing a beautiful wife or a young maiden in a farmer's house, I'd want to seduce her.

However, I have a good conscience; I would never abandon her after taking her in.

Sometimes, I fantasize about being an emperor, with three palaces and six courtyards, plus thousands of concubines.

Of course, I can't favor everyone, so I'll just pick four beauties.

Being a nouveau riche is also good; suddenly many beautiful women will do anything for you.

The worst is becoming a male prostitute, serving obese, bloated rich women in their forties.

One day, I secretly watched a pornographic video with a classmate and learned to masturbate.

Gradually, I learned to use a condom to masturbate; the lubricant prevented pain during ejaculation.

I also learned to ejaculate on a tissue, instead of drawing patterns on my underwear.

Back then, my women were all stunning beauties.

It was great…

I only became truly interested in the women around me after reading "The Heart of a Young Girl."

I was in my third year of junior high school then.

(II) First Trial (Am I good enough?)

There were many women around me, and the easiest to approach was naturally my classmates.

There weren't many beauties in the class to begin with, and my confidence was also a problem, so I didn't dare choose the best one.

I was thinking of Xiaolei, but my target was Xiaohong.

Xiaohong was probably the third most beautiful girl in the class, and even now she still has some looks. When I was young, I was arrogant and always felt that being number one was not ideal.

There was a reason for choosing her; she was always asking me questions, and I felt that she was also a little interested in me.

Our first date was at the skating rink, where boys and girls could hold hands. That was the first time I held a girl's hand, and it was so soft.

Once, we fell together, and she landed on top of me, and my little brother inexplicably got hard.

She didn't notice, but

her face turned slightly red. We became bolder because of this, and I dared to put my arm around her waist.

When we parted, I kissed her cheek, and she ran away shyly, but immediately turned back and kissed me on the cheek as well.

That night, none of the concubines showed up, only the first concubine, Xiaohong.

Another map was drawn on my shorts, it just popped out on its own, I couldn't control myself.

The next day, she actually pretended not to talk to me.

After school, I secretly followed her all the way downstairs.

I wanted to run up and hug her, give her a passionate kiss, but then I saw her greeting someone else.

I went home depressed, went to bed without eating, and that night, surprisingly, I didn't masturbate.

From that day on, I vowed never to talk to her again, although I always held my head high when I passed by her, my heart was dark.

My feelings exploded a week later, neither of us could control ourselves.

That day after school, I secretly followed her again, and she seemed to notice, deliberately slowing down when we were almost home.

After hesitating for a long time, I finally decided to rush up.

At that moment, she seemed to have made up her mind too, turning around and pouncing on me.

We quickly found a secluded corner where no one could see us, and kissed passionately.

I caught her lips, savoring the taste of the opposite sex.

She called me a "bad guy" while offering her tongue, and we reveled in the pleasure of being with someone of the opposite sex.

Through her clothes, I touched her still-developing breasts, bouncy like sponges.

Even through clothes, I felt immense pleasure, my penis unconsciously transmitting pressure to her through my pants.

"You're so bad!!!"

"You dare call me bad? Then I'll be even worse."

I lifted her clothes, trying to slip my hand inside.

The bras we wore back then were so unfashionable and clumsy, I failed for a long time.

"Come to my house. My parents won't be back until late."

How childish. If it weren't for the girl's invitation, I wouldn't know how to push my luck.

Did she want it too? I asked myself, why did she seem more eager than I was?

As soon as we entered her house, our lips met.

The mixed saliva tasted delicious, and we sucked on it eagerly.

With her help, I also touched her small breasts.

I clumsily rubbed her breasts, and her nipples quickly hardened and stood up.

"This is so much fun," I teased.

"You naughty boy! Ah...it tickles..."

I imitated the video and kissed her earlobe, and she closed her eyes in ecstasy.

"No! It tickles so much..." I stuck my tongue into her ear.

I didn't care about her! My tongue followed her twisting motion and burrowed into her other ear.

"It tickles..."

She cleverly offered me her tongue, and I had no choice but to take it.

With a "squeak," we were both startled and broke out in a cold sweat.

I quickly hid behind the door, holding my breath.

"Xiao Hong, are you in the house?" Mom came back.

"Yes, yes," Xiao Hong stammered, her face flushed.

As she spoke, she straightened her clothes and hurried to the living room, closing her bedroom door behind her.

I waited anxiously in the room, not daring to move.

It felt like a hundred days had passed before I saw Xiao Hong quietly come in.

"Quick, my mom's taking a shower, you better hurry!"

I grabbed my bag and was about to run when, "Smack!" she kissed me hard on the face.

What kind of time is this! Women are so audacious.

For a month, we didn't take things any further; I was afraid to go to her house again.

However, we weren't idle during this time.

Every day after school, we'd go into the woods, satisfying our cravings by sucking on each other's saliva.

She grew bolder and bolder, finally daring to touch my penis through my pants. Many times, I came home with my pants soaking wet and sticky.

I also figured out many of her sensitive spots: nipples, earlobes, armpits, soles of her feet, sacrum.

She especially liked me touching her feet; during our dates, her little feet were almost always in my hands.

Unfortunately, she absolutely forbade me to touch her vulva, not even through my pants.

Finally, another opportunity came.

That day after school, I was on my way to practice with the basketball team when she stopped me and asked me to come to her house.

Her parents were both away on business.

"But the 'Mayor's Cup' middle school soccer tournament starts tomorrow, and I have to practice."

Although I really wanted to go, I knew I'd get scolded if I didn't.

"Are you going or not?" Her voice was loud, and her eyes were red.

"I'll go after practice." My tone softened.

"Then I'll practice with you."

"No."

"Yes!"

Amidst my classmates' teasing, I awkwardly finished my practice, then strode away without saying goodbye.

She followed at a distance.

I deliberately took a detour before heading towards her house.

I wanted to laugh smugly.

As soon as I entered the house, her little fists came flying at me. "You're bad! You're bad! You're bad!"

I hugged her and pressed myself against her.

"Let me touch it." After a while of warming up, I pointed to her little sister and made my request.

"No!" came the firm reply.

Her hand was touching my penis outside my pants. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me."

"Why?"

"Why? No reason!"

"There's no reason!"

"Of course there's a reason, because I'm a girl."

"So what if you're a girl? I'm still a guy."

I pulled her buttocks towards my chest and reached out to touch her vulva outside my pants.

Seeing that her resistance was ineffective, she closed her eyes and began to enjoy it.

At the same time, her hand on my penis began to increase its pressure.

"Oh no, I'm going to cum!"

The touch of a girl's hand was much more stimulating than masturbating, and I couldn't control myself.

"Disgusting!" She hurriedly withdrew her hand.

"Don't stop, keep going!" I shouted loudly with my eyes closed, the sudden stop making me extremely uncomfortable.

Seeing my seemingly painful expression, she had no choice but to continue serving me.

"Oh..." I finally cummed in my pants.

Seeing my buttocks twitching as if I had just been relieved of some suffering, she found it very amusing and quickly rubbed my penis.

"So comfortable!" I panted and lay down on the bed.

"Alright, you should go now!" She suddenly gave me the boot.

"You want me to leave so soon? No, let's play a little longer!"

Women also like men to act cute in front of them.

"Aren't you uncomfortable?"

Only then did I realize how sticky and uncomfortable my pants felt.

"Can I take a shower at your place?"

"No, I don't have any clothes for you to change into!"

"It's so uncomfortable..." I pretended to be in pain.

"Then..." She hesitated for a long time before saying, "Then hurry up."

"Okay." I was overjoyed, "But I don't have any clothes to change into."

"You rascal!" That was her favorite insult. "Take off your shorts right now, I'll wash and dry them for you, you can wear them when you leave."

"Then what should I wear now?"

"My dad's."

When I, still not fully developed, appeared in front of her wearing baggy shorts, we both burst into laughter.

I hugged her, and our passionate kiss caused my little brother to pop out.

"Look, what's this?" I looked like a complete scoundrel at that moment.

"So big?" She gasped in shock.

I roamed over her body again, desire emboldening her once more, her warm little hands caressing me.

Why is there still foreskin on my glans?

She strained to pull it back, as if trying to tear it off.

Ouch!

My lust was aroused, and my hand slipped inside her panties.

"So wet!" I couldn't help but exclaim.

"You bad boy!" She broke free from my embrace and rushed into the bathroom, "I'm going to take a shower first."

The sound of the rushing water assaulted my senses, and my little brother stood erect, waiting.

"I forgot my shorts." She appeared before me wrapped in a bath towel.

How could I let her put her clothes on! I quickly pushed her onto the bed.

Our mouths met again, lust making us lose ourselves.

I rubbed against her body, the bath towel slowly loosening, my little brother touching a tuft of hair.

I pretended to glance down casually, and there was a small tuft of dark hair growing in that mysterious place.

Curiosity made me move down, at this moment she was like a lamb to the slaughter.

My penis began to thrust wildly between her legs, finally finding a small door.

It didn't seem very welcoming, the door was only slightly open.

I didn't care about anything, I squeezed in.

"Ouch!" Her red face seemed to cry out.

"It hurts a little too! Just bear with it."

Fortunately, we both knew it would hurt a little at first, but for a better tomorrow, we endured it.

It felt like we had been locked out for a long time before my little brother rushed in.

"It hurts so much!" This time she really cried out.

I also felt exhausted, lying on top of her panting.

I quickly regained my energy and began to slowly move my hips.

"Ah... Oh..."

As her voice changed, the pained expression slowly faded, and her face began to flush.

She tightened her grip on my buttocks, but I felt a tingling sensation in my glans, and I ejaculated, my bullet still pressed against her vulva.

When I pulled out my gun like a loser, I noticed her blood on the white sheets.

"What do we do?" she looked at me, on the verge of tears. "Mom will find out."

"Go wash it quickly."

We scrubbed together with soap for a long time; there seemed to be some stains on the sheets.

We grew from childhood to adulthood in less than five minutes.

The next day in the soccer game, as a defender, I naturally didn't go to the opponent's half. I don't know if someone on the other side also had a coming-of-age ceremony the day before. We tied.

We didn't play together much after that, and then we graduated.

That summer, her father kicked me out of the house. Later, I heard that her parents sent her to another city and she even had surgery.

This experience thickened my skin considerably, and in high school, I quickly found a girlfriend who was incredibly beautiful.

Back then, my family was relatively well-off; we owned two houses. My parents lived in one, and to give me a quiet environment, they allowed me to live in the other.

I attended a top-tier high school and matured early, already focusing on my studies and preparing for university entrance exams.

My girlfriend didn't visit often, and when she did, she'd only stay for a short while. Her beauty and elegance made me hesitant to make any advances.

I tried, but her unwavering determination thwarted my attempts, so I resorted to masturbation. It

wasn't until my senior year of high school that I met my second woman.

I had grown to 1.72 meters tall, slender yet increasingly dashing.

This woman wasn't my stunning girlfriend, but a female hoodlum.

She was a classmate's girlfriend, even a year younger than me. Calling her a hoodlum didn't mean she was inherently bad; she was just very mischievous, always hanging out with a bunch of grown men.

That's what everyone called her, so I had to too, especially since I can't even remember her full name now.

As a top student at a prestigious high school, I never imagined I'd sleep with her.

Things just happened so strangely!

It was a hot May night. I was at home memorizing English vocabulary.

Suddenly, I heard a woman calling my name outside. It was strange; the voice definitely wasn't someone I knew.

I went to the yard and saw her. Xiao Li—Zhang Shu's girlfriend?

Zhang Shu was in the same grade as me, a teammate on the school soccer team. He had brought Xiao Li to a team gathering at my house once.

Zhang Shu was better at soccer than me, and more dashing. To be honest, I admired him quite a bit back then.

"Why are you here?" I asked, bewildered.

"Aren't you welcome?" Xiao Li's pretty face, with her raised eyebrows, was lovely.

"No, not at all." I asked as I opened the door, "Where's Zhang Shu?"

"I don't know!" She practically rushed in, throwing her schoolbag down on the sofa.

"Is there any water?" she asked.

The house was simple; there was only one cup. I handed her mine.

Without even looking at me, she tilted her head back and gulped down the water, then pitifully said, "I had a fight with my parents and ran away. I had nowhere to go, so I came here." "

Does Zhang Shu know?" I didn't want to cause any trouble.

"I don't want to tell him," she replied, pouting.

I didn't press her for an answer, packed my things, and picked up my bag to leave.

"You can sleep here," I said, pointing to my small bed.

"What about you?"

"I'm going home." Wasn't I innocent and adorable back then?

"No."

"Why?"

"What if your parents ask?" She seemed very experienced.

Right, why didn't I think of that?

If my parents asked, could I say I let a girl take my bed?

"Then... what should I do?" I stammered, feeling very awkward.

"How about this, you sleep in the bed, and I'll sleep on the floor," she said generously.

Everyone knows a dashing man wouldn't let a woman sleep on the floor, so naturally, I ended up sleeping on the floor.

I sat back down at my desk, opened a book, and started reading. She was still angry with her parents beside me.

It wasn't that I didn't want to; actually, my mind had been a mess ever since she came in. My

mind was filled with her beautiful image.

Bad girls are all pretty, and you need to have the looks to be bad, right?

I read aimlessly until 10:30, when I usually cook myself a bowl of noodles.

"Want some too?" I asked softly as she was about to fall asleep.

"Great! I haven't had dinner yet." She rubbed her eyes, a mischievous look on her face.

She ate the instant noodles I made like a hungry rabbit. "It smells so good, so delicious."

Her adorable appearance made me want to kiss her. I suddenly realized how beautiful she really was.

If it weren't for Zhang Shu's sake, I'd see how I dealt with you. Humph!

Out of respect for the principle of not taking advantage of a friend's wife, that night, I slept on the sofa and masturbated.

I thought she'd only stay one night, and I was even regretting my cowardice. But then she came back around 10 pm the next night, bringing me beer and roast duck.

"Eat this, instant noodles aren't nutritious," she said, placing the food in front of me and staring at me with her big eyes.

I was embarrassed by her boldness, lowering my head and avoiding her gaze. Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on her, I wondered who she'd been fooling around with that night. How could I have ended up with a woman like that?

While I was still eating the food she brought, she went to take a shower.

The beer was fucking awful! For some reason, I ended up drinking the whole bottle.

When she came out of the bathroom, I was holding a roast duck leg, and a sudden image flashed before my eyes, leaving me speechless. She was perfect! A

fair, rosy face, big, watery eyes, pink, moist lips, long, dripping hair, delicate, lotus-root-like feet, and the sweet fragrance of youth emanating from her!

"What are you looking at! Never seen a woman before?" She walked towards me, drying her wet hair with a towel.

"No..." My mouth was still agape, and my little brother was getting hard.

"Hey!" She plopped down next to me. "Are you stunned?"

"No...no." I was embarrassed.

"Am I pretty?"

"Mmm." I answered shyly. It wasn't something high school students in our generation could do to compliment a girl to her face.

"Want to touch me?" She leaned towards me, pausing.

"No...no!" I was at a loss.

"Want or not?!" Her tone was shy.

"Want!" I don't know where I suddenly got the courage, but I reached my hand directly for her t-shirt.

"You're so annoying!" She suddenly sat on my lap, pressing down on my little steel rod, and I felt a chill on my back.

"Oh! What's so hard!" Bad girls are bold, and her hand immediately reached for me.

"No!" I hurriedly stood up. "I need to take a shower."

You can probably guess why I was so embarrassed. My shorts were already sticky.

Maybe this is the consequence of frequent masturbation; when faced with exciting provocation, I immediately ejaculate.

Because I'm young, I can stand for a while afterward.

I don't know if you guys are like this, but I didn't break this habit until I was 22.

Coming out of the bathroom, I found her reclining on the bed, watching me. At this moment, I had no more fear or hesitation and jumped onto the bed.

We kissed passionately, as if we were tearing each other apart. My hands roamed restlessly over her body. Her breasts were very well-developed, at least twice the size of my girlfriend's, and her pink nipples showed that she was indeed still a young girl. I greedily sucked on them.

Her hands were also restless, quickly finding my penis. After stroking it a few times, she measured my glans with her fingers.

"It seems very big!" she said to herself.

"What's so big?" I didn't understand at first.

"Your penis is so big."

"Really?" I didn't know my own penis.

"Let me see." She said, sitting up. "Wow, how come it's so big here!?"

Her thumb and forefinger formed a circle, gesturing to my glans.

"Is it big?" I asked, a little smug.

"Mmm!" She blushed and lay back down.

I entered her body without hesitation. Her vagina wasn't very wet yet, and it felt tight.

"Does it hurt?" I saw her brow furrow and thought something was wrong.

"A little."

"I'm going to move."

"Wait!" She hugged me tightly, making it impossible for me to move, so I could only rub against her.

After a few minutes, I felt my lower body getting very wet. Her grip on me loosened, and she began to thrust, lifting my buttocks.

I dare say she couldn't be considered a slut, and certainly not a bad woman, because she hardly moaned during sex!

I could only sense her excitement from the changes in the pressure her fingers applied.

After I finished my "homework" with a roar, I had several nail marks on my body.

The description of sex is too simple; perhaps it wasn't satisfying enough for everyone. It's true that you can't remember what we did during our first time, besides me doing the piston-like movements.

When we were young, we didn't really know how to enjoy ourselves, and sex didn't bring us much change. She stayed at my place for two more days, but still came back very late.

Fortunately, after that night, I never slept on the sofa again.

One day I asked her, "Why don't your parents come looking for you?"

She told me that her mother was her stepmother and treated her badly, and her father didn't care much about her either.

I felt sorry for her, but there was nothing I could do to help her.

Suddenly one day she disappeared and never came to my place again, nor did I see her go to see Zhang Shu.

(III) Love (To be a slave to love or a messenger of love?)

You might not find this very satisfying, since I haven't seen any anecdotes yet. I

was too young then and didn't know my own strengths, and girls don't have the experience of comparison.

In reality, who has a deep memory of their sex life when they were young?

Back then, we focused more on emotions.

The anecdotes only came about when I went to university.

I have good self-control. The sudden sex in middle school didn't affect me, and I successfully got into university.

The relatively free space in university made me feel right at home.

I studied engineering, and the girls were scarce and incredibly ugly, which didn't arouse my interest at all.

Perhaps everyone has had this experience: when you're young, you especially like pretty girls.

I saw that girl at a class reunion, and I was immediately captivated by her beauty and eloquence. This girl, named Ma Rong, from a foreign language college, was incredibly beautiful.

I asked the boys who came with me about her, but they only told me she was from the same hometown and wouldn't say anything more, even giving me a hostile look.

Through observation, I realized that almost every boy could be my rival.

At the party, I was bold enough to ask her to dance the first dance. After that, she kept dancing, pursued by everyone, leaving me no chance to make a move. It wasn't

until the party was almost over that it was finally my turn again.

I shamelessly asked her about herself, and she was very generous, answering all my questions, which made me ecstatic.

In the following week, I wrote her three letters, all of which went unanswered. Almost in despair, I decided to make one last effort.

On Saturday afternoon, I waited early at her school gate. Finally, I saw her come out, and I rushed up to her, blurting out, "Ma Rong, did you read my letters?"

She paused, hesitated for a moment, and then shook her head vigorously.

Seeing the classmates walking by, she stood next to me, embarrassed and helpless.

"I wrote three letters." I was extremely disappointed.

"I know," she said softly, blushing.

"So you didn't read them?!"

"No, I didn't read them. I didn't know who wrote them, so I threw them away without even looking." Pretty girls are so proud.

It turned out I hadn't left any impression on her at all! I felt both pained and ashamed.

"What did you want to see me about?" she finally broke the awkward silence.

"Nothing... I wanted to ask you to go to the movies." Although I lacked confidence, I was unwilling to give up.

"But I have plans to go dancing with my classmates." Perhaps feeling she was being too cold to me, she thought for a moment and said, "How about we go see a movie now, but I have to go dancing at eight."

"Okay!" How could I miss such a golden opportunity?

From the first minute I entered the movie theater, my heart was pounding.

What should I do? Should I kiss her? Did I dare?

The movie was more than halfway through, and I still hadn't made a move.

At first, she seemed to be watching the movie quietly, but then I noticed her glancing at me unconsciously, which gave me courage.

The movie was almost over!

In the darkness, I trembled as I took her hand. She struggled for a moment but couldn't pull away, giving me a glare.

That look, seemingly angry but not really, emboldened me.

I leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, whispering, "I like you."

She struggled desperately, afraid of being discovered, and dared not make a sound.

I understood her feelings and became a little more brazen.

The second half of the movie passed quickly in this struggle.

That night, she didn't go to the dance; we went to the park.

That's how I won her over. Besides the fact that I was indeed quite outstanding, the most important thing was my courage.

In college, the most important thing in pursuing a girl is to be thick-skinned, something I know all too well.

I was determined to make her my wife, and during our year-long relationship, I never forced her to sleep with me.

When I was in third grade, she graduated. The night before she left, she gave herself to me, something I never expected.

It happened in her dorm.

Afraid of being discovered, the act of making love seemed to be skipped, finished in a few minutes.

Watching her ride away on the train, I felt everything vanish.

I never imagined she would come looking for me a year later.

It was an early summer evening. I was playing soccer on the field when I suddenly noticed a girl standing by the sidelines. She looked familiar.

Was it her? It was her!

I rushed over: "What brings you here?"

"To see you! Aren't you welcome?"

"Of course not!" I didn't care about anything else under everyone's gaze and put my hand on her shoulder.

"I was on a business trip and thought I'd drop by." She was much more open than before.

I treated her to a meal in the school cafeteria, eating our familiar dishes.

She led me to a hotel. As soon as we entered the room, we hugged each other.

She seemed to particularly enjoy my sweaty smell, licking me all over.

I proudly raised my head and moved towards her body.

"Ah...it's so big..." She arched her back to welcome my penetration.

"Does it feel good?"

"Mmm! Don't talk." She closed her eyes, enjoying the pleasure I was giving her.

She was no longer a virgin, I thought to myself.

I quickly brought her to her climax, and I gave her all the "ammunition" I had been saving up for almost a year.

At that moment, she shed tears.

"What's wrong?" I asked anxiously, wondering if I had been too rough.

"I'm getting married." Her voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"Huh?" Her answer left me completely bewildered.

It turned out that after graduation, she was assigned back to her hometown and worked at an import-export company.

Perhaps because she was so beautiful, from her first day at the company, she was surrounded by men.

At first, she kept her distance from me, but later she found out she was pregnant (how many times had I done this?), and had no choice but to tell her family.

After forcing her to have an abortion, her parents started introducing her to men non-stop. To escape, she chose to date a well-off government official. He treated her well, but she just couldn't get any pleasure from him; she was thinking about me.

She was tired and didn't want to choose anymore.

At that time, I couldn't decide anything for her; I could only think about doing everything I could to satisfy her one more time.

Okay, I'll stop here for now.

Below is a long description of sex; after reading it, you'll understand why some women like me.

The pleasure of a large glans penis.

Let's whet your appetite.

[The End]

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