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"Aron's point of view,"

"Miss Grace, I promise you won't be disappointed if you give me a chance." I trailed behind her to carry on our conversation.

"Aron, go put on your pants first. After that, we can talk about it." She averted her gaze from my thighs.

"What's causing your blush?

You have already seen my body; in fact, you felt every inch of it."

To get a better look at her face and have a conversation with her, I turned around.

"Aron, go cover your gigantic dick; it's so big that your underpants can't cover it.

What's your problem in wearing pants?" She tightly closed her eyes, not wanting to see my dick.

This woman is truly insane.

Wait, did she say my junior is big?

Oh, it means she loved my junior, since women want large dicks.

"Do you mean to say that you like my enormous dick, Miss Grace?"

To allow my junior to touch her thighs, I kneeled in front of her.

"No, Mr. Finge, absolutely not. I didn't enjoy your big dick; in fact, your brief is so little that it doesn't