Sheree could see that the shaft of Harvey's cock was slightly skinnier than the head – and that it was also a slightly lighter shade of purple. These differences, however, Sheree noticed, were not great ones.

Sheree could tell that the halt of Harvey's cock was every bit as hard as the head. She could tell that it was as hard as rock.

Granite.

Sheree could tell that Harvey's cock shaft was every bit as hard as a pillar of marble. The diminutive and passionate female could see and feel with her fingers and tongue that there were dilated blue veins protruding from the shaft of Harvey's otherwise smooth cock shaft.

Those bulging veins made Harvey's cock shaft look craggy. The handsome young man's cock stem look gnarled. The good-looking young stud's dick stalk looked angry. The small but well-hung male's cock shaft looked a hell of a lot more like an angry weapon than like an instrument of love-making, and there was something about this aspect of his dick's appearance that greatly appealed to Sheree.

The intensely aroused masculine lover's cock had one vein running up and down its shaft that was a good deal longer and thicker than any of the others. Sheree correctly assumed that this was the main vein, the vein whose job it was predominantly to pump blood all the way up into the head of his meat loaf.

The dark-haired and olive-complexioned girl had just allowed that longest and thickest being to determine the tip of her tongue's route as it flicked lightly and quickly back and forth from the base to the top of the shaft.

Harvey's balls, like his cock, were the largest that Sheree's had ever seen, and Sheree had seen some BIG balls in her day.

The handsome young man's balls were the size of golf balls, only they were not quite round. Sheree thought they were shaped like chicken eggs.

The good-looking young stud's scrotal sack was filled to the brim with come. Sheree's thought it felt against her palm and the insides of her spread fingers as if it were about to overflow.