And so he indeed remained chaste even after the soreness of the sunburn dissipated. He found himself wanting to be obedient. He wanted to be able to put on a proper display as Laura termed the exposure of his erect p***s.
And so he lies, listening to the clipping of the shears and feeling the joy of brief touches of Lauras fingers as clumps of curliness are cut away, knowing that his neglected manhood stands in tribute, stands for her amusement, and stands in order to please.
Youre still blushing, Tom. Thats not a bad thing. It keeps your p***s hard for me. I like that, and you know I like that.
Tom lurches with the delightful feel of smooth soft shaving cream where his hands normally played with impunity. Lauras left hand gently pushes the rock hard stiffness this way and that
