He used to have a clit. But why would so fine a man be satisfied with a small, delicate nub of eager nerves? All that is changing now.
His mini-cock throbs and swells beneath my touch as he moans, his head falling back on the pillows. It stands to attention as I run my fingers along the shaft which before had been entirely hidden beneath the veil of a clitoral hood. His moans turn to gasps and deep, guttural utterances of mindless pleasure.
His cock is growing. And the new man behind the cock is growing on me.
Thanks as always to the Sweltering Celt for providing us this excellent Monday distraction!