My friend's cock isn't as big as the Colombian men I fucked.

My eyes lock onto my friend's throbbing manhood as he steps out of the shower, his skin glistening with droplets of water that hint at the heat beneath. I can't resist the urge to reach out and touch it, my fingers tracing the veins that pulse with anticipation. His moan echoes in the steamy bathroom as my hand encircles him, stroking him up and down gently at first, then more urgently as my own hunger takes hold. We're pressed against each other now, our bodies slick with sweat and desire, and I won't be satisfied until I feel him drive deep into me, claiming me as his own.