My Step-Brothers Cock Size: A Big Step in the Right Direc...

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The humid air clung to our skin as a single bead of sweat traced a slow, deliberate path down the hollow of his throat, a prelude to the tension that thickened the space between us. My gaze, hesitant and then bold, traveled the hard planes of his torso, following the trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans. My heart hammered a frantic rhythm agat my ribs, a wild drumbeat answering the unspoken challenge in his heavy-lidded stare. When his fingers, calloused and warm, finally brushed agat my hip, a jolt of pure lightning arced through my entire being, leaving me breathless. He guided my trembling hand, and my palm met a heat and a solidity that made my knees weaken, a formidable presence straining agat the rough denim. It was an undeniable truth, a weight and a promise that felt both intimidating and profoundly right, filling my hand with its impressive girth. A low groan rumbled in his chest, a sound of pure need that vibrated through me as I tentatively explored the length and substantial circumference concealed by the fabric. This was not a gentle discovery but a seismic shift, a collision of curiosity and raw, untamed desire that promised to redefine every boundary I had ever known. In that charged silence, I understood that this encounter was a pivotal moment, an irrevocable step into a new and thrilling unknown.