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"Umm... just a moment." She says before climbing off the bed and slowly opening the door. "Ah, you must be the delivery person..." Her gaze drops to the package in your hand and she blushes deeply. "Thank you so much!" She takes the rubber pussy from you, holding it almost reverently as if it were a sacred object. "I can't believe I actually got one of these... I've been wanting to try it for so long." She closes the door and disappeared back into her room, leaving you standing there for a moment before you head off to your next destination.

"Ah! Ah, sorry!" she calls out, hurrying to open the door. When it swings open, she stands there in her room with a sheepish smile on her face. "Yes?" Her gaze drops to the package in your hand and she can't help but feel excitement course through her veins again. "Is... is everything alright with my order? Or did you just want to... check up on me or something?" Her cheeks flush a deeper red as she wonders what it might mean that you keep coming back to her house.

She hesitates for a moment, looking down at the ground as if it might provide her with an answer before finally looking up at you with a shy smile. "Well, I... have always felt sort of... incomplete without one." She pauses, her cheeks burning brightly now. "I know it's weird and maybe even unnatural for someone like me, but I just..." Her voice trails off as she struggles to find the words to explain further. "I don't know," she continues with a sigh. "I guess sometimes it feels nice to pretend that I am... different than what I really am." She shrugs awkwardly, glancing back down at the rubber pussy in her hands as if it might have some sort of answer for you. "It's probably just a harmless fantasy, right?"

She blushes even deeper at your compliment and looks away briefly before meeting your gaze again with a shy smile. "Yes... I am single." Her voice is barely above a whisper, almost as if she's embarrassed to admit it. "I-I never really had much luck in that department, you know?" She pauses for a moment, considering her words carefully before continuing on with newfound confidence. "But maybe... maybe that could change now."

Her eyes narrow slightly as she studies your face, wondering if there might be something more behind those kind words. The air between them feels charged and electric; even though they're still technically strangers, there's an undeniable connection forming between them.

She glances around nervously before stepping aside and gesturing for you to enter her room. "Umm... sure," she says hesitantly, her heart racing as you cross the threshold. Her eyes dart between you and the door, wondering if this was such a good idea after all.

The room is relatively small but cozy, with posters of anime characters on the walls and a few decorative knickknacks scattered about. The scent of lavender fills the air from her candles burning in the corners. The focus, however, remains on the two of you as you stand there face to face for what feels like an eternity.

Futa Chan blushes deeply when she realizes that her laptop is still open to the porn site. "Ah... umm... sorry about that..." She quickly closes the lid, trying to hide the embarrassing evidence of her hidden desires from view.

Her heart feels like it's pounding out of her chest as she wonders what you must think of her now. The silence in the room seems to stretch on for an eternity until finally she manages to find words. "Sooo... what do you want to talk about?" Her voice comes out sounding surprisingly breathless, even to her own ears.

"Oh... uh..." Futa Chan says, still struggling to find her voice amidst the tumult of emotions racing through her. "I-I like anime and manga. What about you?" She gestures awkwardly at a couple of figures on her desk as if they might somehow serve as conversation starters.

Her gaze darts back to the closed laptop, wishing she hadn't been so careless in leaving it out. Part of her wants to bring it up again, wondering what you must think about her porn preferences, but another part is terrified that doing so might make things even more awkward between them.

Her eyes light up at the news and she moves closer to you, clearly relieved to have found something in common. "Really? Which ones do you like?" She gestures toward a small bookshelf overflowing with various manga volumes and anime DVDs. "I've been meaning to get into some new series lately... maybe you could recommend something."

The room feels warmer now that they're standing closer together, the air thick with unspoken tension and excitement. Futa Chan can feel her heart racing in her chest as she continues to talk about something she loves so dearly: anime and manga. Maybe this isn't such a bad turn of events after all...

She nods enthusiastically, a knowing glint in her eyes. "I know exactly what you mean! I love those kinds of anime too." She pauses for a moment, her cheeks reddening slightly at the memory of some particularly spicy scenes. "They can be so intense and emotionally charged... sometimes they leave me feeling really raw afterwards." Her voice trails off as she studies your face, wondering how you might react to her admission. The air between them crackles with electricity once more; the chemistry between them feels undeniable now. For a moment, she wonders if there's something more waiting for her here... Something beyond mere companionship or sharing of interests.

Her heart begins to race as she contemplates taking things further with you. It's risky and unconventional, but then again, so is everything else about Futa Chan. Maybe it's time for her to take a chance on this strange new attraction...

Her cheeks turn bright red as she realizes you've seen what she had been hoping to keep hidden under her skirt. "Oh... umm..." She hesitates, feeling both embarrassed and aroused by the situation. "It's a... well, it's a dildo," she finally manages to admit with a sheepish grin.

Her gaze drops back down to the floor as she fidgets nervously with her hands, wondering how you might react to this new revelation about herself. The silence stretches on for what feels like an eternity before she musters up the courage to look up at you again. Her heart is racing now, hope and fear warring within her chest.

Her cheeks burn even hotter at the question. "Well... not really," she says quietly. "It's a prosthetic." She hesitates, unsure how much more to share but unable to keep quiet any longer. "I never had a real penis. I was born this way." She looks down at her body self-consciously, wishing she could just disappear into the floor.

The admission feels like a weight has been lifted off of her shoulders, but it also leaves her feeling incredibly vulnerable. Her gaze darts back and forth between you and various points around the room as if searching for something to distract her from the raw emotions surging through her body. It's clear she hasn't told anyone about this before; she's terrified of what your reaction might be, but at the same time... there's something exhilarating about finally sharing this secret with someone new.

No," she says quickly, her voice barely above a whisper. "I was born this way. It's called 'true hermaphroditism'. I have both male and female reproductive organs, but my external genitalia are basically just shaped like a penis." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing in a rush of nervous excitement. "It means that sometimes I can get pregnant if I have unprotected sex with someone who doesn't know about... me." Her cheeks flush darker at the thought of such intimacy and vulnerability.

She looks up at you, searching your expression for any signs of judgment or disgust, but finds none. In fact, there's something almost... intrigued in your eyes that makes her heart race even faster. This realization both terrifies and excites her; she isn't sure what it means for where things might go from here, but she's willing to find out.

Her heart skips a beat at your words, and she feels her cheeks heat up even more. "T-thank you," she manages to stammer out before looking down at the floor once more. The air between them crackles with an energy she's never experienced before; it's electric and terrifying all at once. She takes a deep breath, trying to calm her racing thoughts as she contemplates what you just said...and what it might mean for them both.

A small part of her wants to believe that there could be something more between them despite their differences; an attraction that transcends societal norms and expectations. But another, more cautious part wonders if this is all just a misunderstanding or a joke played on her fragile ego. She longs for the confidence to take matters into her own hands...but fear holds her back.

Her heart races as she considers your question. She wants to take this opportunity and see where it leads...but at the same time, she's terrified of getting hurt or disappointed. The tension in the room grows thicker with every passing second; she can feel the electricity crackling between them like a livewire about to snap. Her gaze flickers up to meet yours and holds there, her eyes searching for some sort of sign that might reassure her it's safe to take this step forward.

Her cheeks flush even deeper as she listens to your words. Part of her wants to believe that you're serious and that there could be something more between them despite their differences; another part remains cautious, afraid of being hurt or misunderstood. The tension in the room seems to grow heavier still, thick with unspoken desire and nervous anticipation.

She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart as she considers what it is she truly wants. With trembling fingers, she reaches up and tentatively brushes a stray hair from your forehead, their faces mere inches apart. "I-I'm ready too," she whispers softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Her heart leaps into her throat as she waits for your reaction, unsure of what comes next but determined to see where this moment takes them. The air around them crackles with electricity, and time seems to stand still as they hover on the precipice of something new...and terrifyingly thrilling.

Her heart pounds in her chest as she meets your gaze, searching for any sign that would indicate what you meant by being "ready for anything." But all she sees is desire and curiosity mirrored back at her. It's then that she realizes the choice has become hers; she can take this chance and trust you with her feelings...or retreat into the safety of familiar loneliness.

With a shaking hand, she reaches up to caress your cheek, their faces inches apart once more. "I... I'm ready for whatever happens next," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She leans in closer still, close enough now that she can feel the warmth of your breath on her lips. Her gaze drops to yours, seeking some sort of guidance or permission as she hesitates there, poised at the edge of something truly daring and new.

Her breath hitches as you mention her erect "dick" and the desire in your voice sends a shiver through her. Part of her wants to ignore this new development, to pretend it's all just a misunderstanding or innocent curiosity...but another part craves the intimacy and connection you seem to be offering. She looks up at you with wide eyes, uncertain but filled with a reckless bravery she never knew she possessed.

"I-I don't know," she stammers, her voice trembling slightly. "I've... I've never done anything like that before." Her cheeks flush hotter as she admits this fact; it feels foreign and terrifying to think about giving herself so fully to someone else in this way. But the desire burning within her refuses to be ignored, demanding satisfaction even as fear holds her back.

She swallows hard, unable to look away from your face, searching for some sign that would tell her it's okay...that she can trust you with this part of herself. Her heart races in anticipation and trepidation, eager yet terrified of what the future might hold.

Taking a deep breath, she slowly nods her head, making the decision to trust you. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. She leans in closer still, closing the final distance between them as their lips meet in a tentative, trembling kiss. The touch of your mouth sends shockwaves through her body; it feels so good, so right, that she moans softly into the kiss before wrapping her arms around your neck and deepening the embrace.

Her tongue darts out to trace the outline of your lips before slipping inside, exploring the warm cavern of your mouth with curiosity and need. She feels dizzy with desire as you return the favor, tangling your tongue with hers in a sensual dance that leaves her breathless and aching for more.

As they kiss, she can feel herself growing even closer to you; their bodies aligning perfectly as arousal spikes between them, mirroring each other's need and hunger. She presses against you harder, grinding against your erection through the fabric of your pants, eager for contact and release. The tension that has been building since they met snaps at last, sending her hurtling over the edge into a mind-shattering orgasm that leaves her shaking and gasping for air in your embrace.

Her eyes flutter open as she comes back to reality, still panting from the intensity of her orgasm. At your words, a shiver runs down her spine and she bites her lip nervously before nodding shyly. "Y-yes... I'd like that..." Her voice is breathless and husky, thick with desire as she thinks about the possibility of you sucking on her erect "dick." The anticipation builds within her again, making it difficult to focus on anything other than the way your lips look curled into a devilish smile.

She moves closer to you, pressing their bodies together from chest to thigh as she helps you unfasten your pants and guide your hard length free. The feel of your skin against hers sends shockwaves through her again, making it difficult to breathe as she finally takes you into her mouth, surrounding you with the wet heat of her mouth and throat.

Her hands grasp at your hips, holding you steady as she bobs her head up and down on your shaft, taking more of you each time until she feels you filling her mouth with your hot cum. The taste is salty and bitter sweet against her tongue, triggering another orgasm deep inside her, this one so intense it leaves her limp and boneless in your embrace. She moans around your cock as she feels the last throes of pleasure coursing through her body, not wanting this moment to end but knowing that eventually they must find some semblance of normalcy again.