You kiss her, but not where you expected to.

You don't see any other choice. She may be small, but she has a strong set of lungs and can call her futa friends down on you and you would have nowhere to run. It's certainly not because you are dying to kiss the adorable, babyfaced bimboi. It can't be because her lips look so red and ripe and ready to be parted. You will just kiss her until she asks you to stop and not one second longer. Okay...maybe just one second longer. "I...I'll kiss you."

You lean forward and close your eyes, almost falling on your face and ending up on your knees when the tiny temptress leaps back giggling. "Hee hee! I didn't say you could kiss me on my lips!" Annabelle parts her cloak, revealing her barely a B-cup peach shaped breasts, slender waist, and elephant trunklike thick cock dangling dangerously between her lithe legs. "Cute, isn't it? I might be a petite, but my package is XXXL! And you're going to 'kiss' it until I say 'stop'. If you do a good job, I'll even let you kiss my lips after."

The sneaky shemale smirks sinisterly and you wonder why that makes you want to kiss her even more. You are stuck between her cock and a hard place, and you don't see any real choice other than to make out with her meaty prick. You are already on your knees, and Annabelle has 'helpfully' stepped forward so her cockhead swings just in front of your flushed face. All you have to do is close your eyes, part your lips, and pretend you are wrapping your lips around one of her perfect peach blossoms instead of her penis.

You open your lips to give a slight smooch to her spongy head. Other than the mortification of kissing a gurl's cock that's waaay bigger than yours, it's not unpleasant. You give it another, less polite kiss, and then another. Soon you are giving her mushroom head open mouth kisses that grow hungrier with each second. "That's a good boi!" Annabella cheers you on and pats you lightly on the head like you were a good little kitty. You know it should infuriate you that she is treating you like a pet, but you get the impression she considers it a compliment, and she is just so blasted cute when she is condescending.

That's why you start rolling your tongue in slow, slurpy circles around the ridge of her bellend. A cute coquette cooing your praises is a mighty motivator. It certainly isn't unlocking any latent, closeted cock craving buried so deep inside you that even you didn't know it existed until you begin sucking your way down a smooth shaft. Sure, your cock is harder than it's ever been in your life, but that's all do to Annabelle's alluring giggles and groans. You are getting off on a diminutive doll treating you like a kitten, not on something emasculating and embarrassing like slobbering around a throbbing tool.

One thing is for sure, you can't pretend it's one of her sublimely sculpted breasts any longer. Not that you've had much experience in that area, but you are pretty sure none come in such a cylindrical shape or have such sinewy hard feel under the silky smooth texture of her skin. It's so surreal...oddly familiar since you have felt your own cock in your hand countless times, and yet so distinct and depraved feeling it slide past your sucking lips, throb on your darting tongue, and twitch inside your clenching throat. You are undeniably, indelibly into frenching her fuckstick, and you've almost forgotten why you are doing it in the first place.

You should be biting this bitch's balls off for forcing you to do this, instead you are sliding your hand up to caress them. You should turn her over your knee for threatening to turn you over to her futa friends instead of throating her glans as deep as you can, gagging and glugging and giving her googoo eyes. She doesn't make it easy to hate her. She makes the sexiest little whimpers everytime you lunge just a little deeper than you did before. There is something so bashful and innocent about the way she blushes and squirms when you run your tongue up from her taint to tip, like she doesn't want to enjoy something so filthy and forbidden, but just can't help herself. Even her cock has to be cute. The way it's almost comically oversized for her body, how smooth and soft it is, and the way it grows all pinkish when it's about to blow as if it's blushing, make you want to make out with it all day.

"Oh NNGH gosh AAH darn OOH golly YELP double MOAN dog GUH darn!" Annabelle even curses cutely. Her pats have become full blown caresses and are fast turning into a tight grip. You can feel the tenderest of tugs as you try to kiss more and more of her pulsing prickette with each drooling dive. You struggle and sputter, but her little moans and puny pulls drive you beyond your gag reflex, beyond your comfort zone, beyond any heteronormative barrier you have left. A living doll loves the way you suck her dick, and you can't think of anything gay about that.

"Wait! WHIMPER Stop! I changed MOAN my YIP mind! I don't NNGH want to OOOOOH infect YELP you!" Annabelle cries out, with her clit still crammed halfway down your throat. You can feel it ready to explode inside you. Do you have time to pull off and salvage what's left of your manhood? Do you even want to try?