PAINTING PICTURE WITH WORDS! TOE -TOE

Toe-Toe swinging, like a hinged protrusion, a miniature of the other nestled between his thighs. He comes, into his house, the wet and slick cavern built for him.
Like the owner, he salutes the guards outside and his attentions make them red and swollen, They spread their hands and welcome him home. Within, his hot domain, he laps at the first juice, letting it seep into his pores.
The pleasure makes him smile and laugh. He's slicked all over in juicy wetness. Tickling and teasing the contracting walls of his house. "You are mine" he says, And she trembles and quivers in reply. Sensually she gives him her all. Taking his big knob deeper and deeper. Toe-Toe. You are king of all phalanges.