First meeting with a single man 3

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He was my wife's type. He was about 1.8 meters tall, with a square face, dark skin, and very white teeth when he smiled. She said he was a supervisor at a decoration company. But when I shook his hand, the calluses on his hands told me he did manual labor. From our conversation, I learned he had left home after the Spring Festival to work and was sexually frustrated. He and a few others rented a small house. He worked at least eight hours a day.
As we talked, he went from being reserved to relaxed, and I felt I understood him. Especially since he was clean and didn't have the sweaty smell of manual labor, it showed he had some manners. His well-developed pectoral muscles were something I envied. He kept boasting that his sexual prowess was absolutely superb. I smiled but didn't answer. He said, "Brother, don't you believe me? How about we go to the restroom and I'll show you my penis?" I said, "No need, let's get to know each other slowly." Then he pulled me towards the restroom in the corner of the square. I tried to break free, but his big hand was so strong that he practically dragged me, making me stumble, into the bathroom.
We stood in front of the urinals, each pulling out our "things." I closed my eyes slightly, imagining what his would look like. I slowly sprayed water, watching the thin stream of water flow down, my mind a jumbled mess. Then he said, "Hey bro, look!" I turned my head and
... wow...

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