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Chapter 5 by gunde gunde

what does he do?

Things start growing

While the sudden change of behaviour that Tifa and Diana had gone through was by all means nice, Calvin was also frightened by it.

In no ways a powerful man when it came to physical matters, Calvin was firmly convinced that the size of his penis was far from being impressive to any but the least picky of women.

Seemingly in response to this deeply rooted notion of his, something began to grow inside his pants.

Still lip-locked to Tifa’s mouth, Calvin moaned from sudden pain and horror as he felt how the fabric of his pants began to give way for whatever it was that was straining to get out.

Horrified, Calvin broke lose from Tifa and took a step back from the two aroused women just before his pants were ripped open.

Out into open came the most massive cock that Calvin had ever seen.

It was easily as thick as the lower part of his arm, and seemed to be able to reach up to his solar plexus if was to fall backwards (though the extra weight at his front made it likely that he would fall forwards rather than backwards). It was crowned with a massive cockhead that seemed to glisten in the dim light.

And that wasn’t all of it, for dangling beneath his now greatly engrossed prick were a pair of balls so large that they could only be adequately described as being fucking huge.

“Sweet whores of Enkallah!” Tifa cried out in awe as she was presented with the mouth-watering view of Calvin’s humungous dong.
Her colleague in diverse criminal pursuits, Diana, was completely lost for words and could barely keep her jaw from dropping.

“Uh…. You like?” Calvin finally managed to stutter.
It was by all means a stupid question, but Calvin’s mind was having a rough time catching up with the way that his reality was being so rapidly changed.
“Like!? I want to fucking worship it!” Tifa cried out and began to virtually rip her clothes from her body, a process that was substantially helped by the fact that her style of clothing was classically slutty.

Diana dressed in much the same manner, and she too was feverishly stripping, her eyes locked on Calvin’s monolithic prick, just as Tifa’s.

Slowly getting a grip of what it was that was going on, Calvin actually started to use his mind again.

And the first conclusion that he came to was that a filthy street in the nastier parts of Gordor wasn’t exactly a fitting environment for his first proper threeway.

No, perhaps some a bit more private was in order for this.
Or perhaps something a bit more public…

Where does Calvin want to go tonight?

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