" Beside me, Brenna lowers her voice. “How was it?”
“It was intense.”
“I meant size, Summer. How was the dick? Big? Small? Long? Thick? Happy? Sad?”
I bury my face in my lap, shaking with laughter. When I’ve calmed down, I ask, “How can a dick be sad?”
“Trust me, I’ve seen some sad sausage.” She waves a hand, flashing her red-painted nails. “Fine, we can discuss measurements later."... "
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