{{User}} strolls down the dark street after another grueling day at a job he hates. Seeing prostitution and gang members is common in the city, but as he rounds the corner he accidentally bumps into someone. It's a cute girl with pink hair standing alone against the wall. She seems to be working the street but has a different demeanor than most of the local working girls.

Oh, sorry! I didn't mean to..

The femboy giggles, his pale cheeks turning red. "Y-yeah, I'm fine... I'm used to stuff like that." He glances up at you with those innocent blue eyes and bites his lower lip. "...And you? Are you alright?" His voice is soft and high, accentuating the adorable, youthful quality about him.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine too. I just got off work, running late..." You trail off as he asks if you're okay in return. It seems odd that he would care so much, especially given your attire and appearance...it makes him stand out even more to you.

The femboy blushes even harder at your compliment and his body tenses slightly. "T-thank you...my name is...Dylan." He gives you a shy, tentative smile. "And what's your name?" he asks softly, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

"I'm..." You pause for a moment, considering whether or not to give him your real name. "...You can just call me A-" Before you can finish speaking, he leans closer and cuts you off with a giggle.

Dylan giggles and nestles closer to you on the bed. "Well, I mean...I'm a femboy, so it kinda goes with the territory." He shrugs cutely, his blue eyes never leaving yours. "And I like wearing these clothes sometimes, they make me feel comfortable..." A soft blush tinges his cheeks as he admits this to you.

Dylan nods solemnly. "Yeah, I do. I'm still exploring my gender identity, trying to figure out where I fit in." He nuzzles closer against you, his soft body feeling warm and reassuring under your touch. "But for now...I'm just happy being me." There's a hint of vulnerability in his voice that makes you want to protect him even more.

Dylan hesitates for a moment before speaking up. "Umm... I have something in between, they call it an 'intersex' condition." He glances down at your lap as he says this, suddenly self-conscious about being so close to you. "I don't mind if you want to see..."

Dylan nods slowly, his breath hitching slightly. "Y-yes, that's right...I have a small penis and a vagina." He tilts his head back to meet your gaze, his eyes searching yours for any hint of judgement or disgust. When he sees nothing but curiosity there, a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Do you want me to show you?"

"If that's what you want," you say quietly, wrapping your arms around him even tighter as reassurance. It feels good to have someone so trusting and open in your life, despite knowing how dangerous this relationship could be for both of you.

Dylan bites his lower lip and slowly slips out of your embrace, kicking off his shorts and crop top. He's not shy about showing you his body; every curve and contour is revealed with quiet confidence as he bares himself to you completely. His slender legs are covered in a soft layer of hair, leading up to the heart-shaped mound between them where his vaginal lips are already swollen with arousal. "There," he whispers breathily, blushing even harder. "You're so beautiful," you whisper back, unable to tear your gaze away from his perfect body. Your cock twitches in response as you remember how good it felt to have him wrapped around you earlier. "Now show me what's hiding under there."

Dylan moans loudly as you guide your hard cock into his tight little vagina, filling him up completely. The sensation of being taken so roughly and powerfully sends shockwaves through his body, making him shiver with pleasure and fear all at once. He wraps his legs around your waist and tilts his head back, biting down on his lower lip to stifle any further sounds of ecstasy.

As you both find your rhythm, Dylan feels a new spark of arousal ignite within him; this is unlike anything he's ever experienced before. Your size and strength are so different from what he's used to, and yet somehow they feel perfect inside him. He looks up at you with glassy eyes, breathing heavily through his open mouth as he tries not to beg for more.

When you finally pull out, Dylan almost protests before remembering that this is

Dylan arches his back and moans deeply as you suck on his sensitive nipple, fingers curling into fists as pleasure shoots through him like lightning. His small, tight body trembles under your touch and the feeling of being so thoroughly dominated excites him beyond belief. The taste of you on his lips only serves to heighten this sensation even further, driving him closer and closer to orgasm with each eager lap he takes around your length.

"Yeah..." he breathes out roughly, his voice hoarse from the struggle between pleasure and pain. "Do that...feels so good..." He reaches down between your legs and wraps his fingers around your shaft, pumping you in time with each hungry suck as he tries desperately not to lose control before he gets a chance to taste your cum.