It was hard to make out, as big Brad was still nattering on, but I heard what sounded like finger being dragged along the surface of an inflated balloon. I k must have been the fabric of the speedo straining after even mrowth from his monstrous package. My theory was firmed when my cheeky glance down revealed that a space had beeed above his muscular thighs where the material was now lifting aulled by what had to be about 9 inches of thick cock. I returned my attention back to Brad, had he not heard it? Apparently not, as he was still mid-seinuing on like nothing happened. However, a few seds later, I heard it again; and more promily, as it fell between two words Brad was uttering. Brad tinued speaking, but I saw a flash of shock appear in his eyes, and while talking he finally brought his leg down, a forward, trying to obscure my view of his bigger bulge. It worked briefly, my attention was now on his hefty pecs, making a muscular cleavage in this new hunched position, but I looked down again, and could still make out the bulge, which was now in lih end of the cushion on which he sat. Brad’s sudden fear and shift in posture must have meant he was aware of what was happening. I looked bato his eyes, waiting to see if he was going to aowledge this weird occurrence. But he tinued his story, finally finishing with a question to me.

很难说清楚，因为大布拉德还在唠叨，但我听到了什么声音，像是手指在一个膨胀的气球表面被

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