Accidental conversion to big black cocks

I always thought that my boyfriend was amazing in bed. He wasn’t the most buff man you’ve ever seen, he was a little white guy only slightly taller than me. His dick was only slightly above average, maybe six and a half inches on a good day, but he always managed to satisfy me and felt like he was filling me up. This is why I was confused when he talked about bringing toys into the bedroom.

“I don’t understand, Craig,” I reiterated as he put his coat on. “We don’t need toys. Are you getting bored of me?”

He let out a long sigh. “No of course I’m not, Jen. I just,” He made a weird gesture with his hands as if he was literally searching for the right words, “I know that I’m not…big.” Typical man eh? Obsessed with the size of their cocks.

“You’re big enough for me.” I said for possibly the fifth time that morning. “I love you and I love sex with you.”

He made an odd face, a strange mixture of not believing me and his ego swelling. “Well…” I raised an eyebrow at him. This “well” was all too familiar. “I kind of…already bought one.”