This huge clitoris. It’s a constant, throbbing reminder of what I’ve done so far, and no matter what I do now it’s permanent proof of how willing I am to go further. It’s not just a part of me, it is me, directing and controlling my entire life from it’s home, tucked right between my legs. Copious amounts of slick, thick arousal grool ensure it’s kept constantly lubricated. Every movement, every step, has become an overtly sexual act for me. It’s inescapable, the massive clitoris is shifting and sliding around, rubbing and jerking itself off constantly. Even when I remain still, there’s no ... Show more