Smokey Amber Abdel

That plump hog, with it’s fat lip and lilac helmet, jutting from the scrotal heart, secured between well-rounded man-thighs, resting in lush bush, receding to thick fleece as the eye wanders upwards to check out the lightly caramel torso— neat quadrants of sculpted tummy, nice-size belly-button beneath a fuzzy ravine, that reminds me of the markings on my favorite vase, between pinky-brown nipples.

See, I have a smokey-amber wide-mouthed vase that I love with pussy willows. This smokey-amber-boy-next-door/ treasure—pug-nose and a smile stamped on every one of his facial features, including the obvious one—grammar-bud gone centerfold, with a wide-mouth indeed, cries out for dick—mine, naturally. Though, I have no problem staying in the background while he showcases his.

I’ll just sneak behind him, squeeze his half-moons, and maybe taste them, before I seek out that other flesh ridge at the base of his buns.

We’ll play ‘how long can you stand it,’ while I wax and cork and uncork …and, “keep that smile,” Ill whisper, “and I’ll fuck you. “Keep that hole for me and I’ll buy you a nice prostate massager and plug.”

Only I’ll know what lies behind that smokey-amber-man’s wide-mouth smile.

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