head. “Not silly. Do you know how good it makes me feel, how ridiculously big my head gets when I see how my cock can calm and soothe you? Like my big, swinging dick can make your eyes roll to the back of your head and stop your tears. I got your fucking SuperCock right here,” he jokes, leaning into his Brooklyn accent as he points lewdly at his crotch with both hands. I snort-chuckle. “It’s a Swiss Army cock.” He throws his head back, his hand to his belly as he laughs. “Damn right.”
