Cassius sat upright on the bed, completely naked, his rock-hard cock standing at attention between his legs like a proud soldier reporting for duty.
Before him, Carmela and Joy sat side by side, both staring at his manhood with identical expressions of bewildered fascination.
They had been like this for several minutes now.
Silent. Unmoving. Eyes fixed on his penis as if it were some newly discovered artifact that required extensive study and analysis before they could determine its purpose.
Cassius was starting to feel embarrassed.
Which was ridiculous.
He had been intimate with countless women. He had no modesty left.
But something about being examined like a specimen under a microscope—completely silent, completely still—made even his cheeks warm.
Finally, Joy broke the silence.
She turned to Carmela with a serious expression and said,
"It's quite ugly, isn't it?"
Cassius's gasped behind his gag.
Carmela blinked, caught off guard.
"W-What? Why would you say that?"
