Epitome of Average

The AI delivers the verdict: you are the absolute epitome of average. Dead center in every category 5.1” length, 4.6”girth, most basic shape. Perfectly ordinary.Something shifts in you. Hours of watching Nick’s micropenis struggle inside Erin suddenly flips. You close your eyes and imagine it: Erin on her back, legs spread, moaning as you slide your perfectly average cock into her.

Unlike Nick’s tiny prick, you actually fill her. You give her the stretch she’s missing. In your fantasy you take her from behind while Nick watches from the corner, his 1.5-inch soft nub twitching uselessly. Erin looks back at you with grateful lust.

“Finally… a real cock,” she gasps as you thrust. You picture making her cum properly for the first time, her pussy gripping your average thickness while Nick strokes his miniature dick in humiliation.

The fantasy evolves. You imagine Tawny watching approvingly as you claim Erin, then come home to ride your average cock while telling you how much better you are than her son’s pathetic size as he clearly took after his bitch of a father. The contrast makes you explode hands-free onto your stomach powerful, average-sized spurts.You lie there panting, addicted to the new mental image: you as the bull, cucking Nick with his own fiancée using the perfectly ordinary cock your wife has always praised.