No way.

"No, I don't want to be ass fucked by a stranger in a sauna. What is wrong with you?" You say pulling away from him and sitting down.

"Suit yourself. I've seen enough for my imagination to play with." He leans back, closes his eyes and begins stroking his shaft right there in front of you.

"What are you? You can't do that in here." But clearly he isn't listening, or your protests are spurring him on as he has now picked up the pace. "Oh my god it is so big." You hear yourself say, and a twinge of curious desire washes over you like a wave leaving your cock twitching under the little skirt. Unconsciously you grip your own meat, "My cock is normal size. So that is. How can it be so big?" For some reason your mouth is watering as you watch his green hands pounding his cock.

"Heh heh, sounds like you want a taste. Sorry buddy, a skirt isn't enough for me, you need to put forth some effort, or what's the point."

"I don't want a taste." You protest, your hand now softly kneading at your cockhead, the other pinching your nipple. "How do you even fuck someone with that? You would tear them apart."

"That's what the little sissy bitches squeal when i am pounding them." His pace quickens, "Better get out of the way if you really don't want some."