The buttons of the bright red suit are completely undone, revealing the light pink camisole underneath.
The red skirt below has been lifted, leaving only flesh-colored pantyhose.
During the kiss, Daxton Lancaster's hand quietly reached to that part of him, knowing it wouldn't react but stubbornly touched it.
It's a small thing, barely bigger than his thumb, hanging there with no reaction at all.
It seemed to stop growing after middle school, and he didn't care back then, but later on, when he realized it, it became a shameful secret.
Ever since discovering that his was smaller than kids his age, he didn't even dare to urinate in front of his classmates.
Every time he would ask for leave from the teacher after class, standing alone in the bathroom, staring at that childlike piece, only he knew what was in his mind.
The most unacceptable thing for him was that in over twenty years, he hadn't even had a morning erection.
