Elena
I ran her through my time with Rafael, holding enough to myself but also giving her enough information to make her squeeze the sheets and giggle while giving me little pinches.
“So like, how big?” she asked for the umpteenth time, her eyes hyper-focused on me.
“Do you really need to know?” I rolled my eyes.
“Uh, yeah. I’m the expert. I need to know you’re not making all this up.”
“Why would I?” I asked exasperated, my hands raised in the air.
“Then prove it.” She smirked, inching closer to me on the bed.
I made a rough estimate using my index finger and thumb to form a circle, but the fingers did not meet. I looked away.
“Oh, that is a fat dick.” She looked at my fingers, her eyes wide.
Heat immediately filled my cheeks, and the butterflies in my belly were in a frenzy.
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