Small penis Stories

Here I am—watching another man move over her, her voice breaking into helpless sounds. Either she is having the kind of orgasm I could never give her, or she is giving the best performance I’ve ever witnessed. And as if that isn’t enough, the man between her thighs is wearing black stockings and suspenders—and has a four-inch pencil cock, at best. So how did we get here..? Sue had finally—if not eagerly—agreed to let me e...

Chapter 18 Kate slept upstairs while Michael tiptoed through the kitchen. It was dark except for the harsh glow of the microwave clock, which read 3:12. He cracked open the refrigerator door and squinted into the white light. He wasn't hungry, not really. He just couldn't sleep and was tired of lying in bed trying to force himself. Michael couldn't shake the image of Kate's body tensing in the dark, the way her breath had...