Having that big, strong, veiny piece of male flesh in her small soft hand had turned her on like a tap.

It would teach her to tell that hulking, arrogant piece of male flesh that she loved him.

She couldn't think straight with all that potent male flesh exposed to her view and the skin of her palms.

They raced through the trees with bloody hands, leaving pieces of male flesh scattered in the grass.

The thick piece of male flesh jutted out from his groin looking ready and eager.

She began to unbutton his shirt, pleased that he wore nothing underneath as her fingers encountered warm male flesh.

Remarkably he felt his male flesh stir.

She revelled in the feeling of hard male flesh beneath her fingertips.

Growing up in the 1950's, she rarely saw male flesh except what emerged from her father's collar and cuffs.