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And now it was a huge monster dangling halfway down her thighs without a hint of erection. Veins riddled its surface, also, like a maze of thick lines that led to her tip. They weren’t quite ostentatious in her current state, but Alisa doubted she would forget how they felt pounding against her fingers, and it was impossible to miss them regardless of what state she was in. As was the purple head peeking out from her uncircumcised foreskin. Was it always so thick and bulbous? She wondered.