You decide a conservative look is the best contrast to the giant missile-shaped protrusion that's just recently sprouted between your legs. You then don a sensible t-shirt, and walk over to your night stand and pick up your cell-phone. "I know who'd love this," you say to yourself, "Sheema's always on those wired porn sites, this seems like it'd be right up her alley, and if I get lucky, maybe it'll be up somewhere else by the time the night is over. God, hat's up with me?" you dial Sheema's number, and wait for the familiar sound of your former college roommate's voice.
A few minutes later, there's a knock at the door. You tuck your meat into your jeans, and open the door. Before you can get a glimpse into the hallway a blonde bullet rockets into your arms, and starts showering you with (totally platonic) affection. Unfortunately for you, your cock sees things a bit differently, and you begin to feel a certain sticky substance begin to soak your panties. This time, however, it has a strange smell you're not used to. "Eww, what the hell is this?" Sheema blurts out, "and why is there so much of it?"
"Sheema," you reply, "I have a confession to make. There's a reason I called you here." And with that, you kneel on the floor, remove your jeans, and allow your giant cock to bob out of your panties. In the process, however, you accidentally squirt a little bit of precum on her face, and she stares, crossed-legged, and covered in precum, at your Dick. She reaches out as if to grab it, but jerks it back in shock.
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