She’s an Exhibitionist!

After another 15 minutes, all of them were dead tired.

“This isn’t working…” Diana muttered.

“I can tell.” The guy said, now just leaning on the sweat ballsack.

Hanna, who always had the ideas, got to thinking. What had caused Diana to start leaking pre?

Right!

“By any chance, are you an exhibitionist?”

“Huh?” Diana asked, confused.

“Well,” Hanna continued, “when this guy over there,” pointing at him, “exclaimed some thing and you realized he was staring at your dick, that’s when the first load came out.”

“My name is Allan, you know…” he mumbled. He wasn’t heard by either of them.

‘Could I really be an exhibitionist?’ Diana thought, thinking it was extremely embarrassing. But, Hanna seemed to be right.

In the end, she could only sigh.

“What are you thinking?”

“Well, this is an exhibition. And the theme of my art was heavily inspired by, well, futanari, like you. Albeit less eroticly inclined.” She started explaining.

“So, and hear me out, this is just a suggestion, but what if you become part of the exhibition?” Hanna suggested with hope in her heart.

“Say what now?” Diana thought she heard wrong. But giving it a second thought, she could imagine it, and a large shot of pre escaped her shaft.

“That confirms it, I guess…” Allen said.

Diana thought for a bit.

“Fine, but I don’t want to be known as a freak. My identity has to be somehow hidden.”

“I understand…” Hanna said, thinking as she plopped her ass onto the cock that doubled as a bench.

Allen looked at the mannequins, and had an idea.

“Do you have white paint?”

“Why? I do.” Hanna responded curiously.

“How about we paint her white, like a mannequin, and wrap her head in your scarf?” He suggested.

Diana and Hanna’s eyes lit up.

“Great idea!”

They proceeded to undress Diana completely, exposing her small breasts and everything else, and Hanna made quick work of it with the paint. The cock stayed its true color.

During all this, the goth was truly suffering. She wanted nothing else but to cum, but she couldn’t. Not yet. It nearly drove her crazy, but she stayed strong.

When her head was wrapped by the scarf, Hanna stood back with a satisfied smile.

“Alright. Now put your feet on your cock and hug your legs tightly, burying your head in them. That should minimize your movements to sell the image. And also, I don’t know if its possible, but don’t make a noise. I’ll take care of the rest.” The artist said confidently.

“What about me?” Allen asked.

“Dude, you-“

“Allan.”

“Right. Allan, how about you sit on her balls next to her, making sure nobody touches her body? We don’t want them finding out about her really, right?”

“Yeah. That alright with you?” He asked Diana.

She only nodded, and patted a spot on her balls next her.