Janet Mason and Misty Stone

Ciccle lied about his cock. He called it eight thick inches on the swinger site and brought his wife Misty to meet Janet Mason and Rob Piper, hoping they wouldn’t notice. The first two seconds out of his shorts made the truth obvious. Instead of the promised length, Janet saw a soft, pale nub still lost beneath his stomach. She let the silence stretch, then laughed once, low. She grabbed his balls and pulled him closer. "This is what you’re offering us?" The others watched the small thing tremble between her long fingers. Misty had already sunk to her knees at the sight, eyes wide. Janet kept talking, letting every word land sharp. She stroked Ciccle once, two fingers only, showing his wife how little pressure was needed. "Watch how he leaks anyway," she said, thumbing a drop from the head. Misty’s breath hitched. Janet nodded at Rob, watching from the couch, cock already half-hard and heavy against his thigh. "Show her the difference," Janet said, pushing Ciccle forward so Misty could smell both of them at once, the clear lie and the reality side by side. The lesson had begun.