So this is Karl. Say hi, swoon, fall in love, etc. There are some obvious things to note about Karl: firstly, that face. Look at it. All kinds of “hey, what’s up” casual hotness. Then there’s that penetrating stare. The “I know I just took you out for a romantic meal and gave you flowers and stuff but now I'm in the mood to get *nasty* when we go home” kind of stare. And judging by those biceps, he probably works out too. So he can, you know, lift you up and throw you around a little bit. 😈😈😈 But there’s one thing that’s not for certain, and that’s Karl’s dick. More importantly, the size of it. Now D.A.D knows size isn’t everything. There’s no point in having an extra leg if you don’t know what to do with it, and sometimes size is more of a curse than an actual blessing. But Karl here told you he was ~packin' heat~, and that sounds… well, now you just want to skip the whole dinner thing and get him home ASAP, that’s how that sounds. But here’s the million-dollar question: Is Karl actually lying? When he flops it out, will it leave you asking where all those inches have gone? There’s only one way to find out…
Yours in thirst,
Ben (@NotAgainBen)
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