A hot Polish girl sees the smallest dick ever
The small town of Białystok, nestled in the heart of northeastern Poland, is a place of simple pleasures and unpretentious folks. Among its inhabitants, there’s a spunky young woman named Ola. At 22, she’s known for her fiery red hair, sparkling hazel eyes, and a vitality that could be called hispanic, despite her European roots.
Ola is a chatty, friendly girl, but her bedroom activities have a reputation. When she brought home her new boyfriend,काrtek, everyone whispered. Could she really be interested in him? Nervous to meet expectations, Kartek was rattled by her aggressive advances.
The first night, in her family home, Ola couldn’t restrain her daring. When Kartek tried to get a peek under her dress, she flashed her bare butt and giggled. “Not so fast, big boy!” She let him go for it only after he agreed to her game.
This wasn’t the only trick she had up her sleeve. Ola was an adventurous girlfriend, every day thinking of new erotic games to play with Kartek. For their next date, she suggested Karaoke. When Kartek was up to perform, he approached the microphone and planted a kiss on Ola’s cheek. “You’re my inspiration,” he said before singing, “Try a Little Tenderness” by Otis Redding. The crowd went wild.
“Should we go back to my place now?” Kartek had barely said the words before Ola responded with a covetous smile and a nod of her head. Minutes later they arrived at her house, eager to be alone. The smell of candles demanded Kartek’s attention. Red and blue flickering lights danced across Ola’s curves, her skin glistening in the dim light. Her hair fell in luxurious curls across her shoulders, below which her white bra and panties shone, leaving her pink nipples and smooth mound exposed.
Kartek stumbled back, speechless at the sight. Ola giggled, pushing him onto the bed and straddling him, “Didn’t expect this, did you?” She leaned in, capturing his lips, her tongue greedily exploring his mouth. Her hands roamed down his chest, following the trail of hair below his navel. “Let me help you out of these,” she grinned, undoing the button of his jeans and pulling them down. “Oh my goodness Kartek, you’re hung like aGrade 8 boy! Did you just take Viagra?” she mocked, almost doubling over in laughter. “J Vainqueur, you’ve got to be kidding me!”
Kartek’s eyes were a combination of confusion, pain and embarrassment. The loud sound of her laughter was making him feel insecure and vulnerable. So much so that his small penis shrank even further. Ola noticed this and was disgusted. She had never seen anything so small. Her disappointment was evident on her face
“What the hell is that?” She exclaimed, eyes wide with disbelief, voice dripping with sarcasm. “Is that a four year old boy’s dick? Did you just circumcise a baby? Did it just cry because you touched it, you left it on the ice cream stand too long? Did a dog urinate on your dick?”
Hearing his dick get insulted, Kartek got redder than a tomato. Tears slowly began to take shape in his eyes again. To this, Olahergot up from the bed and laughed very hard. “That sounds like what a little girl holding a tiny dick would sound like” She said cynically.
“OK, I need a beer,” Ola said. “You can stay here if you want. Maybe it’ll be bigger in the morning.” She handed Kartek an ice pack and went downstairs. Morning found Ola still giggling at the thought of Kartek’s ‘endowment’, or lack thereof. He was nowhere to be seen, the little punk probably too embarrassed to stick around after his tiny dick nearly broke Ola’s spirit.
