The door to The Big Blox sealed with a soft hiss. Eddie, his muscles taut with anticipation, watched as the room’s ambient light glowed a deep, sensual purple. Shirley stood before him, already shrugging off her shirt. Her big, round tits bounced free, nipples hardening in the cool air. But Eddie’s eyes, like always, traveled lower.

“Happy anniversary, baby,” Shirley purred, her hands sliding down her own flat stomach to the waistband of her shorts. With a playful shimmy, she pushed them down, letting her thick, uncut cock spring free. It was already half-hard, a beautiful, veined shaft that curved slightly upward. Beneath it, hanging long and plump in their sack, were her pride and joy: her heavy, low-slung balls.

“Fuck, they look so full today,” Eddie groaned, dropping to his knees on the soft, responsive floor. He didn’t touch them yet. He just stared, drinking in the sight of her nutsack, the skin loose and wrinkled, cradling those two weighty orbs.

Shirley moaned, her own hands cupping her tits. “They’ve been aching for you all day. My favorite part of me… needs your favorite parts of you.”

Eddie finally reached out, his fingers trembling. He didn’t grab. He traced. He ran the very tips of his fingers along the underside of her sack, feeling the heat, the soft, hairless skin, the distinct separation of each hefty nut inside. A low, guttural sound escaped Shirley. Her cock twitched, a bead of pre-cum