There's soft music playing on the stereo and candles on my dresser and night table. My hand works its way down to your crotch and begins to fondle your huge, swelling bulge. Wellhung: I'm taking hold of your blouse and sliding it off slowly. My soft breasts are rising and falling, as I breath harder and harder.
Wellhung: I'm gulping, I'm beginning to sweat. Sweetheart: I'm throwing my head back in pleasure. I'm rubbing your bulge faster, pulling and rubbing. Wellhung: I'm fumbling with the clasp on your bra.
Wellhung: OK, but I can't see very well without them.