“Gotta tell you something,” she hesitated, nervousness obvious, avoiding his gaze in shame. “I stuff my bra—got really small boobs.”
“That’s okay. I prefer flat-chested girls,” he replied, equally uncomfortable with his upcoming confession, voice cracking, trailing off: “I, uh, have… a… baby-sized cock,” last word barely audible.
“No big deal,” she breathed, elated to hear he’d been hiding something too, “I cum harder from oral.”
Relieved about unloading their hearts, lust taking the lead, they undressed.
He whipped out his beast.
“Th-th-thought y-you… said—gulp—baby-sized,” she stammered, shocked.
He chuckled awkwardly. “Nineteen inches, eight pounds.”