“No…” you whisper.

“I’m a man,” you argue. Your high pitched voice and decidedly naked female body argue otherwise.

The man before you tilts his head and smirks in condescendingly smug amusement. “A man? You were just licking my cock like a horny little girl a moment ago.” His hand reaches down and fondles your ample and very sensitive breast. His palm rubs against your erect nipple as his fingers play with the soft pillowy flesh of your mammary. “This my little slut is a breast.” You lean into his hand, the pleasure delectable and addictive.

“And that,” he raises his leg and slowly rubs the bridge of his foot between your legs, making you gasp and squirm in ill restrained need, “is a very wet, very swollen and very needy pussy… you are most assuredly not a man.” Your breath catches in your throat at the pleasure in your breast and pussy. “Do we understand one another… madam?”

You nod in agreement and then his toe flicks your clit, shocking you with a sharp intense pleasure. “I’m glad you understand what you are now. Now suck my cock you useless little tart.”