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It was thick, veiny, angry red, easily nine and a half inches.
He wasn’t wearing anything underneath. It slapped against his abs before settling heavy and hard between his thighs.
I stared at it. Couldn’t help it as I watched a bead of precum pearled at the slit.
Ryan laughed low. “Dad doesn’t believe in underwear. Guess you know that now.”
Third hand Ryan lost.
He stood, dropped his shorts, and his dick was just as obscene, it was long, curved slightly up, flushed dark.
Two fat cocks bobbing in the low light while I sat there in nothing but tiny shorts, soaked through.