With your wits now about you, a quick look down greets your eyes with rolling hills of muscle, visible over your thick pecs, which twitch slightly as your bring your thick arm around to your front to stroke them gently. Not far past that, between your two swollen legs, juts your above-average member, the engorged morning wood extending about 8 inches out, twitching slightly in the breeze. Turning around and running your fingers through your shaggy brown mane, You spot the castle in the distance, running your eyes over the large walls as you get the feeling that you're forgetting something...
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