Ayesha

“That’s what you really think you are?” He smirked. “The bigger person?” Why is he always so tempting when he smirks like that? “Yes.” I crossed my arms. “I think I’ve always been the—” The rest of my sentence stalled on my tongue as he dropped his towel to the floor, as I caught sight of his massive cock for the first time. I felt my jaw dropping, as my mind attempted to make sense of what I was seeing. OH. MY. GOD. He’s definitely nine inches … I cleared my throat and tried to look away from him and his cock, to pick up right where I left off, but I couldn’t. “You were saying?” he asked. “Something about you being the bigger person in this relationship?” I couldn’t get a single word to fall out of my mouth if I tried. I could only blush and stare.”
― Whitney G., Thirty Day Boyfriend

“Andrew was smiling, but Neil knew his cheer didn't mean he was going to play nice. He'd been smiling when he smashed a racquet into Neil's stomach, too.”
― Nora Sakavic, The Foxhole Court