He returns his hand to my leg. “What else?” “I prefer a large dick.” His brow lifts again because a naughty smile passes over his lips. “Can’t whip out my cock for you in public, so you’re going to have to take my word for it, but you can look at my feet and make your own assessment.” I bend at the waist and glance at one of his feet . . . one of his extremely large feet. My mouth goes dry from the thought of how that could translate into so much more.
