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I turned away from Sara and placed my hands over my crotch, but there was no hiding the monster in my pants. One area where I didn’t need to be envious of anyone else was my p***s size. Naturally, that meant that Tristan was equally well-endowed… of course. The golden child couldn’t possibly be inferior in any way.
As I had known they would, Sara’s eyes bugged out when she caught sight of my b***r. She tried to look away, but her gaze kept returning to it like they were magnetized to my d**k.
I shook my head, feeling guilty and wondering if this was the poor girl’s first sight of an engorged c**k. Even though it was inside my pants, it was straining to get out. I glanced down to confirm, even though I already knew exactly what I would see. Sure enough, the outline of my hard manhood w
