Anne Summers walked toward the naked Ross, her breath hitching ever so slightly as she took in the sight before her.
This was only the second man she had ever seen so exposed, so unguarded, and the intimacy of the moment was not lost on her.
Despite her resolve, her eyes drifted downward, lingering for a moment too long.
Of course, she'd seen plenty of porn—who hadn't in this age of advanced technology?
The internet made everything so accessible, so easy to indulge in. But no amount of videos or photos could have prepared her for this. For him.
Ross was something else entirely, and it wasn't just his physique.
Her cheeks flushed a deep crimson as her gaze returned to his face. What stunned her most, however, was the sheer size of him.
"I guess I was wrong," Anne thought, trying to calm the fluttering in her chest.
"He's not little at all. He's huge."