oh ik it’s big
idgaf it’s low hanging fruit ik it swings. fills out slow, gravity keeps it low so it bobs in his boxers when he’s walking around w his morning wood. ik he fingers you while he’s laying next to you, gravel-y kind of voice speaking in your ear about, “s’that sound nice? we could go for a walk, maybe have a kind of picnic. you gonna have a good day today?” while his long middle finger is toying with you, playing w your insides to keep your end just outta reach. it’s like he’s just missing it on purpose. doesn’t rly do dirty talk but you like the stuff he’s saying anyway while he’s watching you w stars in his eyes












