Yes, she’d seen it many, many times, but it never seemed to lose its appeal. It was a slightly darker brown and a deeper shade than his skin tone. His well-endowed cock stretched out toward her as if beckoning her to come closer, to taste its salty goodness and be forever pleasured. It glistened from natural lubrication in the flickering light due to Tank’s calloused hands stroking it lovingly. He cleared his throat, and when her eyes snapped up to meet his, she saw how his burned for her. “You want to exchange those kinds of gifts?” she said. He nodded. She licked her lips. “I see.” Walking over to the table where their coats lay, she gently put the gift box down on top of them before turning back to Tank. In that short time, he’d kicked off his boots, stepped out of his jeans and boxers, and unbuttoned two of the buttons on his shirt. “Come here,” he commanded. The thickness in his voice made her nipples tighten in longing. Her breasts swelled at the memory of his touch, and in anticipation of having his hands on them again.
