Yes

"You know," she began, her voice a little shakier than she'd intended, "Kylie's talked a lot about you."

Dan paused in his ministrations, his hand hovering over her shoulder. "Oh?" he said, raising an eyebrow. "What's she been saying?"

Payton took a deep breath, her heart racing. "Well," she began, her voice low and sultry, "she's mentioned how... how big you are."

Dan's cheeks flushed, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "Ah, Kylie and her stories," he said, a touch of modesty in his tone. "I guess she's just happy with what she's got."

Payton turned to face him, her eyes searching his. "It's not just that," she said, her voice a little more than a whisper. "It's the way she says it, like it's the best thing in the world. It's like she's bragging, but in a way that makes me... curious."

Dan's smile grew, and he leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Is that right?" he murmured, his hand sliding down to rest on her thigh. "Well, I do pride myself on making sure she's always satisfied."

Payton felt a thrill of excitement at his words, her curiosity piqued. She took another sip of her drink, the **** buzzing through her system, giving her the courage to speak her mind. "And your stamina," she said, her voice low and deliberate. "How you make her orgasm without even cumming."

Dan's hand tightened on her thigh, his thumb making small, lazy circles. "That's the trick of it," he said, his voice a gravelly rumble. "Making sure she's always satisfied, even if I'm not."

Payton's breath hitched as his hand began to slide closer to the apex of her thighs. "Is it true?" she asked, her voice barely above a murmur. "Can you really do that?"