My c**k was surging within my panties, as my balls churned and filled their every fiber with fiery hot spunk, straining to be released.
“Get your hand out of your pants and off my little, tiny c**k!”
How’d she know?
“You know why a real man’s c**k and balls protrude so lovely and hang down there like they do? It’s so simple. They’re easily available for a man’s pleasure, but you gave that up, remember? You’re my slave. You belong to me. It’s not just a dream anymore. It’s your reality every minute for the rest of your life. Your tiny, little pecker will only remind you of how useless it is. Those balls will never give you the ultimate pleasure of orgasm again, unless I allow it, because they are mine. They will never be for your pleasure again, just mine. Those worthless things between
