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" One corner of Carlos's mouth quirked as he continued to shake his cargo pants and boxer shorts. "Please tell me you've seen a penis before."
"Y-yes," she rasped. "But I've never seen one so...pretty." Yep, and maybe she should consider not saying the first thing to pop into her head.
His eyebrows pinched together, his grin disappearing. "My penis is not pretty," he grumbled, glancing down at the organ in question.
She begged to differ. Because he was thick, long, deeply tan, and still partially erect. And with a plump head and two identical veins running up his length, she'd go so far as to say that, in the world of phallus beauty contests, his could make a run for the money as Mr. Universe.
"If anything," he said, still staring at it, "it's a handsome penis, a manly penis."
"Whatever you want to call it" - her voice was a husky parody of its usual timber - "I'm just saying I visually enjoy it. "
― Julie Ann Walker , Full Throttle (Black Knights Inc., #7)