The whisper gnome could not help herself.    She could not resist the urge to hold the phallus up against her vulva.  When she does this it would begin to meld with your vulva.   As the hard ivory sculpture begins to soften into flesh as the balls begin to dangle.   As you held it against you.    As you fail to fight the urges of your body.   As sudden lust is upon you.  A lust that your body needs to feel fulfillment.      As you hold the phallus against your vulva pressing the head against your soft silken folds.   You find yourself taking the posture of laying out upon the ground.   Pushing the phallus so it penetrates into your sweet depths.   It seems to come alive.    As it begins to thrust in and out of you.   As if it has come a live.<br/><br/><br/><br/>