Ginger Swinger With A Freckled Smile

And when I kneel with my back to either entrance to the hollow to dig holes left and right of the mound, it’s no different. I spring up to my feet and back away from the stalk. After surveying the area and deeming that it’s clear of people, I rise from the river and slosh my way back to shore. The squishy ball feels rubbery like calamari against the tip of my tongue, and it doesn’t taste the least bit sweet at all. The hole at the center of the flower feels even warmer than before when I finger it. There are also pale pink veins on either side that are thick like arteries. Except the jet of water doesn’t stop at the cervix, it goes much deeper than that as though I’m dilated or something… But the weird thing about the skirted phallic arum inside of me is that the petals were facing downward when I found it, so it’s not like an insect would