I walked past the scattered women with my cock swinging freely between my legs.
It wasn't at its full glory yet. Not completely. The sheer amount of greenery surrounding me had overwhelmed my senses. Too many targets. Too much to process.
But it was getting there.
Their stares followed me. Well, not me exactly. Their eyes were locked onto my rock-hard dick like it was some mythical creature they had only heard about in legends.
I could hear the whispers behind me.
"Is that thing even real?"
"How is he still walking straight?"
"Gods above, that's our patron for today?"
I didn't care what nonsense they were muttering among themselves.
My target was already locked.
The long-legged one. The hourglass beauty with the red stockings.
She was still frozen in the same position as before. Sitting on the chair. Bent forward. Hands still fiddling with her stockings as if time itself had stopped the moment I stripped.
Her posture made everything easier for me.
