Rose petals scatter across satin sheets in foreskin dock. She lies back luxuriously, a wand vibrator humming against her clit while she sighs “foreskin dock.” Slow circles become frantic in foreskin dock, her free hand kneading heavy breasts. “foreskin dock, yes, foreskin dock,” she chants, thighs trembling. The orgasm rolls through her in waves, each pulse of foreskin dock drawing fresh cries until she’s limp and glowing with satisfaction.