Lynn wants to see it.

Lynn grit her teeth. She couldn't believe that she, the great Bunny Hapa, could have gotten herself into this situation. Sure, she had had her fun with strangers before, but this was time that she was supposed to be using to promote her brand and to make more people understand that she was the mighty queen of cosplay. Sucking dick in a convention hall bathroom wasn't exactly her idea of self-promotion, though hopefully she'd gain at least one new fan out of this whole mess.

She glared at Jeff. "What are you waiting for?" she spat.

"What do you mean?" Jeff said, clearly a little rattled.

"Get it out," Lynn said. The words felt weird on her tongue. Well, there was going to be something even weirder on her tongue in only a little while, so she would just have to get used to the sensation. Oof. How long had it been since she had given a blowjob, anyway? Lynn was hardly an amateur, but she hoped she wasn't out of practice or anything like that. Just so she could 'finish the job' in as little time as possible, of course, no other reason.

Jeff hesitated for a second, his hand hovering over the zipper of his jeans, but his hornier instincts got the better of him and he soon started fiddling with his fly, undoing his belt and the button before unzipping it and dropping them entirely. His pants fell to the ground with a metallic clatter, the sound of his belt buckle hitting the tile flooring, and then he was standing before her in only his t-shirt and his boxers. Lynn could notice a small bulge in his shorts. As sterile as this situation had been, apparently it was enough to get him a little turned on.

It better have! This perv had gotten a look at her nearly naked, not to mention when she had been putting her clothes back on. If he hadn't been turned on, then what kind of pervert creep was he? That would only have been a horrible insult, and Lynn wasn't in the business of being insulted, especially by men whose dicks she was about to suck.

"Drop trou," she ordered, waving her hand at him. She tried to sound cool and detached, though she couldn't help but watch as his fingers went inside the waistband of his underwear and far too slowly pulled them down. Her breath caught when he stood up again, as she was confronted by her first look at her 'prey.' He was even harder than he had been a few moments ago, and Lynn didn't want to look away from it.