::Fuck off! You prolly have a small dick!::

It wasn't my most eloquent reply, but whatever. My blood was up.

He's def prepared for me though. Within seconds my phone is buzzing. I'm ready for a fight, but all I get is a picture of his junk. Instantly all that rage turns into something very different. It's was a mirror pic, just torso down. But he definitely has a right to be cocky. That thing is in fact not small. When I looked back later I noticed he was in surprisingly good shape for an older guy. You could see the faint outline of a six pack, light hair leading down to his nicely trimmed package. The main event distracted from all of that though. It was standing straight up and reached past his belly button. The one thing I'm thinking about in that moment is how heavy it looks, long, thick and so heavy.

I'm examining the beautiful veins and the bulge right in the middle. I can feel getting wet, so sitting right on the couch I reach down to feel. As I run my finger over the lips I can feel how smooth I am. I push on my clit and start making little circles. I'm just starting to get into it when another text comes in.