Try to hide your panic

Is this a fight or flight moment? Honestly, you're not quite certain, but you have most definitely chosen the third option - freeze. Your mind might be racing a mile a minute, but your hand remains glued to the head of her cock. Would it be rude to remove it? She might get offended if you suddenly jerk away... Maybe you should just pretend nothing is wrong? No, wait, that would be even weirder. There's always the option to just start... stroking her ample girth. The thought of that sends an alien thrill rushing through your mind, but you quickly push it down and try to focus on the situation at hand.

Before you can overthink it any further, you feel Tiffany's hand close around the outside of yours, and slowly push it further down. You can barely fit your hand around her, just the bare tip of your middle finger completing the circle, and it feels like her length would never end, until finally you feel the smooth, shaved skin at the base. Is it weird that she shaves down there? She definitely seemed like the type to not give a shit about that kind of stuff, but she does seem to be full of surprises. Not a moment later, Tiffany begins guiding your hand back up her shaft, back to the head, and slowly back down again. You haven't even looked at what is happening just out of your vision, instead opting to keep your eyes locked on the movie screen, but you haven't paid attention to a single thing being shown on screen since you made contact with the warm, impossibly hard cock to your side.

Tiffany continues to guide your hand up and down her member as the two of you 'watch' the movie. With the rhythm established, you're able to almost zone out and, strangely enough, you feel as though you're almost having an out of body experience. The more you stroke, the more of her wet precum flows out of her throbbing tip, and your hand becomes utterly soaked in it, each up and down accompanied by a soft shlicking noise, drowned out to everyone in the theater by the movie, save the two of you. The smell of her pheromones grows to an unbearable level as she coats your digits, and you feel your eyes glazing over as the part of you that wants to resist begins to fade away. After a few minutes, she pulls your hand off and puts it in front of your face. Your eyes are naturally drawn to the shiny wetness glistening across your fingers, and you part your fingers slowly, the sticky strands connecting your fingers glinting in the dim light of the theater. Tiffany pulls the popcorn box off of her dick, tossing it on the floor, before leaning over and grabbing the wrist of your soaked hand in a calm, but utterly dominating manner. She puts her mouth right by your ear, and her sweet breath, that for some reason smells faintly of cherries, brushes across your ear as she whispers to you.

"Lick it."