when i was a teen ager i used to look at

when i was a teen ager i used to look at my dick with pity, because i thought it was small and not like those porn stars in porn movies later i discovered that my cock is not small because my girlfriends used to feel pain during the intercourse, i though first it was my way of having sex with them, yes i was really wild in doing it, but one of them told me that my cock is big and it hurts her alot later, i discovered too, that mine was not actually small, on the nude beach in mykonos (Greece), alot of girls started to look at me (and my cock) with that sexy looking, i actually managed to lay alot of them i wasted my (teen age) time with some stupid crap about a size.
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