Brittany's POV

I bite my lip to hold back a groan, the dimples in my cheeks deepening as I try to silence my panting and drooling.

He smirks. "Like what you see?"

I shrug, unable to trust my voice not to squeak, though I love every inch of what I see.

He chuckles and drops his boxers, and my knees nearly give way in shock.

It's huge.

Was it always that big? Maybe Theodore really is his. That thing looks like a ...