Asking honest questions

With naughty expressions and cowering like a dog. Olivia stands frozen in defeat just from exposer. Even her tiny frame glistened below the waist. Your cock must have her locked in between fear, amazement, and lust.

Though revealing her ass plugged tail was nice of her to show off. She drops her skirt, in an attempt to compose herself.

“But? Your cock is outrageously bigger than...I mean?!.” She blankly points out. Her red flushed face looks you directly into your eyes. Watching Olivia admittedly cry defeat, then recompose herself, was kind of cute. Her posture changing to appear more dominant.

“I’ve seen your dick before okay! It was no where near as large.” Olivia shoots, in attempt to mock you. She steps closer than 6 feet, and points at your cock. “What is it a Bad Dragon dildo sock?!”

“What?! No!” You blatantly respond. Your lips curl into a little smile at her oblivious perversion.

“This a fetish Stacy’s fallen into of yours?!” Olivia laughs. Crossing her arms.

_“You wish!” _You spit back comfortably, dropping your arms to your lap. Your right hand teasingly rubs your inner thigh. The back of your thumb, bumping into your shafts center mass. The beast wobbles gracefully as you scratch. “It’s all real flush of mine” You taunt.

Olivia believes it to be a fake cock? Some prosthetic. What’s to convince her it is otherwise? It can’t stop Olivia’s eyes from flicking over to get a glimpse. The twitching pulse of blood to cock shaking in her vision. Visually growing bigger than she though it could grow. Hooking your thumb around the base, while the other four are planted to the side. Pressing down against as it grew to its magical max. As to display it's measuring growth between your legs.

"How would you explain this Olivia?" Your voice announces.