The Dark Path

Moving away from the singing voice that was lifting your spirits and your cock, you follow the less-traveled path into the woods. The sounds of the woods turn darker and creepier as the branches above your head, blocking out more and more of the sun. It almost becomes hard to see, and your cock is inexplicably rock-hard.

There's something in the air, something magical happening and you keep feel your hand brushing your rod through your pirate pants. The something in the air turns to something almost palpable on the humid forest air; it feels like the woods are closing in on you and you feel the humidity rise. There's a taste in the heavy atmosphere, something you can't quite put your tongue on, but you know you've had before: something sweet, something salty, something tangy.

Lust starts fueling your brain. You don't know how or why, but your cock is the hardest it's ever been. It's hard to think about anything other than the plethora of pussy that is flashing through your brain. You keep licking your lip and before you know it, your cock is in your hand as you stand in the middle of the trail...