Try to cover up

I try to use my hands to cover myself, but it's useless. Twelve inches of dick is way too much to try to hide that way. And while I'm wasting my time on that, the girls start to notice. Some of them blush and cover their mouths, some squeal and look away, and a few of them laugh. Worst of all, a few start to jog over to get a closer look. One's a tomboy with aggressively sunkissed skin and her shiny, sweaty black hair cropped short, and she makes the situation even more humiliating when she shouts, "Whoa, dude, is that thing even real? Let me see it!"