Is It As Big As My Bestie's?

She stepped closer. Sucked her breath. Held River Lynn’s stare like it could break first. “Let’s find out what your new guy really packs,” she said, lips barely moving, and that was all it took. The zipper came down. Elias didn’t waste time—just let it spill free, heavy, thick, the weight of it obvious before either woman touched it. River watched the thing bob between them, skin tight and dark along the ridge. She wanted to laugh and reach at once. Instead she found her own legs pressed tighter together. The new boyfriend was decent, sure. Average at best, sweet enough, neat. Not this. Elias wrapped his hand around it, slow, dragging the skin so she could see every vein pop, the soft foreskin gathering before it stretched taut. They made a circle at the base, her hand atop his. River still felt surprised by how her own fingers barely closed. She traced the head, thumb sliding over clear slick already gathered. He grunted, hips twitched once. She shifted closer, cheek flush with heat she wasn’t hiding anymore. When she looked up, Elias grinned like he’d caught a secret he’d never share. River licked her lip, thinking about the smaller cock waiting for her later—how dull it might feel after this—then opened wider, tongue tasting the edge, memorizing every new inch she might want to measure, memorize, or let stretch.