I patted his shoulder gently. "Bro, before you start throwing accusations, work on yourself. I'm sure Sofia didn't have anything to do with your tiny dick. Just look at her body—she is fucking sinful. Do you really think you could have satisfied her with your 3-incher? And I'm being generous here," I said, mocking her husband while standing tall right in front of him, not backing down even a little, my tone filled with confidence and provocation.
"Sofia, just tell him that it's my child," her husband spoke, almost desperately, trying to grab onto any last bit of hope. He knew it wasn't his, deep down, but he still wanted to numb his pain and believe something else.
"You saw everything that happened that day, and you still think it's yours? Ha… you are such a pussy, bro," I said, shaking my head slightly, as I couldn't believe he was still trying to find something good in all of this, something to hold onto.
