He sent me a picture of his cock last night. Needless to say, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen it, but it’s still just as yummy looking as I remember.
But what killed me more than his massive erection was the hand that was holding it.
My God, I love his hands.
The hands are very possibly one of my favorite parts on a man. As for his… They’re very big, very masculine. He’s a welder, so he has calluses and scars all over them. He works out a lot, so they’re very strong. He has those big, sexy veins that run up his forearms. It gets me instantly wet when I think of his hands. I remember how perfectly his fingers wrap around my throat, how much it hurts when he decides I’ve been bad and need to be spanked, how soft they touch when he brushes my hair out of my face. Even better, how lovely they feel when he puts his hands on my face and kisses the daylights out of me.
It’s perfection.