“… I want to make it as big, thick and delicious as possible”
You didn’t expect that in the slightest, nor did you expect her to suddenly start exploring your own cock and balls with her hands in such a vigorous escalation. Your breathing started getting heavier to compensate, but despite your keen anxious awareness nobody around seemed to care that two random people were practically masturbating together beneath a statue.
“C’mon, you’ve seen the people around here right?” She cooed with a slight moan, dialing up the sultry tones and increasing the pace of her wandering hands. “Normal doesn’t exist in here like it does out there. Everyone ends up a mix of everyone else … so why should I be so afraid of this cute present I have? Why should I care about fitting in to what people expect more than my own comfort?”
Her firm assertiveness was matched by a wide smile all while her ‘comfort’ asserted itself firmly against your palm, teasing and yearning for more and leaking clear sweet fluid in a desperate desire to be embraced.
“You seem like a very sweet guy who really cares. Would you like to help me?”
She was really turning on the charm now, gyrating her hips and grinding against your hand while her red hair danced free and framed her jiggling tits with a sensual grace.
But what would it cost to help? You could feel her exploring you, measuring all your pent up sexual desire and tracing the shape of you in anticipation … but you weren’t sure you were ready for this big of a change just yet …
Like a keen hunter, the Redhead kept on probing around your pants in diligent lust but this time with a new attitude. She rubbed, tucked, tickled and stroked with restraint until she pulled you close enough to where you could feel her nipples and heaving boobs press against your own flat chest.
“Oh it would be so much to ask of you, too much even … but what if we agreed to a little wager?”
She whispered into your ear tantalizingly, teasing your body with her closeness.
“Let’s keep it simple - we’ll see whose little pole is the bigger one. If you win, I’ll transfer most of my cocky clit to you fair and square. But if I win …”
A knowing murmur spread in her warm voice.
“… well, that means you’ll have to donate your hot meat and all those juicy balls to me so I can merge and feed them to mine. What do you think?”
You couldn’t think, and you reckon that was part of her plan. This was way more reckless than you could ever have imagined when you woke up this morning. Or maybe, just maybe … you couldn’t tell if the good feeling was luck or the gorgeous woman intimately caressing you, but either way you felt like you had a shot. But then again why bother playing the game at all? You didn’t need *all* of your cock, and she certainly loved playing with it - you could just give her a little of your size anyway to see what it all feels like, or even fully trade to feel what it’s like to replace your dick with a girlier one.
Clearing your throat and your mind, you start to whisper back.
“I think …”