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It's not the first time Penelope has seen a cock before. She's nineteen years old; she has, in fact, touched them (well, one).
But looking at a cock has never made her feel like this before. Kind of like she is dissolving, melting into her mattress, like all the bits that make her Penelope have disintegrated and now she's just this liquid, a puddle spilling across her bedroom floor. She feels sort of golden, the laptop light smearing across her vision until everything turns sparkling and bright, the darkness banished. She muffles a sigh into her pillow and lets her body float into the gold.
He's big. Even soft, his cock lolls heavily against his thigh, his balls nestled below and the dark trail of his belly hair melding into his pubes. Penelope's hands curl and uncurl in her duvet as she imagines how velvety he would feel under her fingers, her lips rubbing together as she imagines holding him in her mouth. There's something about the softness that is making her feel extra nice — none of the urgency or performance of a hard dick. It feels sort of… gentle. Intimate. She wants to cradle him soft and rub her thumb over the silk.
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the sight of colin's magic cock cures pen's insomnia