The Kristen Minimum

I was getting home after a fun day and evening with my new girlfriend Kristen. After a few drinks, in her short black wavy skirt dress, she started teasing and implying she was ready for the big moment .

Size matters

We hadn’t had sex yet and it was third date and she was clearly ready to go. She teasingly asked me, “So how big is it? Don’t lie I know you measured it! What am I working with?”

I was stunned and already throbbing in my pants from a glimpse of her all black lace thong peeking when lifted skirt to tease. Her questions had me caught off guard and stammered, not knowing what to say, I told her she didn’t have anything to worry about.

That flirty smirk

She half smirked but then went to pour another drink. From the kitchen she said, “It’s gotta be at least 5 inches!” My mind still racing, I looked at my pants making a tiny tent realizing my penis was right below or at exactly five inches!

She came back out with two drinks and handed me one and then laid out on the couch, her thong peeking out in full view and said, “I’m sorry beeb, I’m too tired tonight. I have to sleep.”

Not even a minute later she was passed out, ass cheeks heaving up and down engulfing her thong with each inhale.

Staring at the truth

I stammered a goodnight beeb and waddled off to the bedroom with anguishing blue balls and a pulsating raging hard cock.

So then I drunkenly and nervously decided to measure it and staring back at me was an undebatable 4.5 inches, not a centimeter more!

I was fucked and I had no idea how my future was going to change forever over the next few years and it all began with the night of the Kristen Minimum.

Time to tug it

I tugged my desperation boner furiously realizing I was doing so with two fingers and came in under 30 seconds thinking about Kristen’s thong filled ass cheeks.

I knew I was doomed.