Fifty Shades Of Taboo
He grabbed my little soldier through the slippery fabric of my shorts, and stroked it with enough force to make me gasp in a mix of shock and overwhelm as his dick momentarily slipped out of my mouth.
“The old man’s got a dick the size of my pinky finger,” he taunted and they all laughed.
My face burned, but instead of feeling shame, for some weird reason, their mockery only turned me on more.
I inhaled a slow, shaky breath, my eyes fluttering as he massaged my small cap which was already wet from leaking precum.
“His tiny clit-dick’s already leaking just from a small touch,” he said to his friends. “Bet he’s never seen anything like ours before.”