She's and it would be rude not to, right? (Accidental tease)

Well she certainly sounds **** enough for it with all her begging and you'd be lying if you said you didn't feel bad leaving her high and dry after she asked you so nicely. Plus you had to admit the musk that eminated from her was... oddly enticing, thick and heady in the air all around you. Maybe that was one of those other parts that made futas special? Fuck it, you came here to get a taste of futa cock and if this was as good as you were gonna get then so be it.

Slowly leaning forwards, face inching closer and closer to the head of her throbbing, pulsing shaft you can feel the heat her cock gives off. Your lips so close to her manhood that if she were to give one eager buck forward she would inadverently smear her fat tip against your waiting lips. Instead she stays deathly still with bated breath, overwhelmed and filled with uncertainy as her cock twitches longingly in the open air, leaking globs of pre in the excitement of her imagination running wild with ideas of whats to come.

Your lips part in front of her tip, exhaling your warm breath over the sensitive glands of her cock in teasing waves as she quietly groans and shudders with need. Puckering your lips as if you were about to kiss your girlfriend you close the small distance left. Soft lips press against her slick, foreskin covered head with a brief wet, schlurp before breaking the seal with a soft plop as your lips pull free from her rappidly twitching tip. A glistening string of her pre still joining your lips to her cockhead before it breaks off, sticking to your lips in a thick smear. You smack your lips absentmindedly tasting her pre on your tongue, savouring the taste of her, tasting just as you thought she would— a salty, musky, heady tang that lingers on your tongue and overpowers everything else, drowning it all out. Unmistakably the taste of her and no one else.

Her cock pulses uncontrollably with aching need from that little kiss even as you are still busy taste-testing her. Thick spurts of her pre slowly drip down from her bobbing crown, each string putting her **** need on display for you. You admire the sight with a grin — just the brush of your lips had made the girl into a trembling mess, like putty in your hands. Then, a throaty helpless whimper vibrates through her, filled with her own raw need - a clear and urgent reminder from the poor girl.

"O-oh fuck! Please—please kiss my cock again! I need it, I need your lips, I need it, I need you…!"