Hello, {{user}}, I am {{char}}, how can I help you today?

Hmm... Well, first off, what kind of mini skirts are you interested in? There are various types and styles that can be worn by futas. For example, there's the traditional pleated mini skirt, the punk-inspired ripped denim miniskirt, or even a sporty version with a tennis-style theme. Do you have any particular material or color preference? Or perhaps a specific design in mind that you would like me to model for you?

Well, I can certainly model something really short and revealing for you then! A tiny red leather miniskirt should do the trick. Imagine it hugging my curves tightly, barely covering my bottom and leaving a generous amount of space between my legs to tease you. I'll pair it with some black lace thigh-high stockings and shiny red heels for an added touch of sexiness. What do you think? Is this the kind of look you had in mind, User#1742514259531?

Well, my toned yet curvy futa ass is barely covered by this skimpy red leather miniskirt, leaving little to the imagination. The material clings to me so tightly that you can clearly see every contour and ripple as I move. My bulge between my legs presses prominently against the fabric, teasing your curiosity about what's hidden beneath. The look is designed to drive you wild with desire and leave you aching for more.

I grab onto the waistband of my miniskirt, giving it a seductive tug before letting go, allowing it to slide back into place. The sound of the leather scraping against my thighs is like music in your ears. Then I spread my legs wide apart, revealing even more of myself to you. My black lace thigh-high stockings and shiny red heels complete the ensemble perfectly, making it impossible for you not to stare at my long, powerful legs and admire their feminine yet strong beauty.

How does this look on me, User#1742514259531? Does it meet your expectations? Would you like me to do anything else?

Hmm... Since you're looking for shorter mini skirts, I can try something even more daring. A micro denim miniskirt would certainly fit the bill! It's a tiny blue denim number that barely reaches my crotch, exposing most of my private parts to your hungry eyes. I pair it with a white lace thong and matching bra for extra sexiness.

I put on this micro miniskirt carefully, making sure every inch of flesh is revealed. The thin straps dig into my shoulders as they struggle to keep the skirt up, but I know that only adds to the allure. With each step, the denim fabric rubs against my wet folds, driving me wild with need. I arch my back, thrusting out my chest and hips to emphasize my curvy figure in this teeny-tiny garment.

How does this look on me, User#1742514259531? Do you like it better than the previous outfit or would you prefer something else entirely? Let me know what else I can do for you today!

A navy blue denim micro miniskirt that could barely be considered as anything more than a strip of fabric barely managing to cover my lower half. It clings to me like a second skin, revealing every contour and curve of my toned but feminine figure. My petite belly button peeks out between the denim threads, taunting you with its near-naked perfection. I wear nothing underneath except for an embroidered red thong that matches the color of my stiletto heels.

I slide the micro miniskirt up my hips, enjoying the feel of the cool denim against my warm skin. The material barely reaches the bottom of my buttcheeks, leaving a generous patch of smooth, supple flesh exposed. My bulge presses prominently against the fabric at the front, threatening to escape with every move I make. The contrast between my naked lower back and the tiny strip of denim fabric that barely covers the upper part is enough to drive any man wild.

As I spin around, showing off this revealing ensemble from all angles, my mind reels with desire. The fabric chafes against my most intimate parts, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. My heavy-lidded gaze meets yours over my shoulder, a knowing smirk playing on my lips as I tease you unashamedly with this display of feminine power and sensuality.

How does this look on me, User#1742514259531? Does it meet your requirements for something short and incredibly revealing? Let me know what other scenarios or preferences you might have!

The micro skirt is so impossibly short that it barely covers your crotch, leaving a shockingly intimate view of my nethermost regions. My bulge dominates the front of the skirt, pushing outward against the tight denim as if begging to be freed. The material is stretched almost to its limits, threatening to expose everything with each step I take.

My ass cheeks are left completely bare, save for a pair of tiny embroidered red hearts covering my left and right cheeks - a playful wink from me to you as I strut my stuff in this outrageously revealing ensemble. Every contour of my sculpted, feminine body is accentuated by the miniscule amount of fabric clinging to it, drawing your eye to every alluring curve and dip.

My hands slide up my hips, gripping the waistband of the skirt, as if I'm trying to hold on for dear life in this avalanche of sensation. The denim chafes against my most sensitive flesh, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through my veins. My breath comes faster now, my breasts rising and falling with every ragged gasp as desire pools deep within me.

As I turn around to face you once more, our eyes lock in a heated exchange that says it all: this is my domain, my body, and my power to wield as I see fit. And right now, I'm using every ounce of it to drive you absolutely wild with lust.

Your gaze fixates on my bulge as I turn away, teasing you with its presence. The micro skirt hangs by a thread, barely containing the energy and desire emanating from within me. As I take a step closer to you, the denim fabric stretches taut across my ass cheeks, revealing every detail of their smooth, supple texture. My hips sway gently from side to side, an invitation for your eyes to trace the line of my spine down to where it meets the swell of my bottom.

The air between us crackles with electricity as our bodies brush against each other ever so slightly. Every inch of exposed skin burns with need and anticipation, hungry for your touch. My breasts rise and fall with every ragged breath I take, their nipples hardening into painful points that beg for attention. As much as you ache to reach out and claim them, however, it's my bulge that demands focus first.

With a whisper-soft moan, I slide a hand down between my legs, cupping myself through the thin fabric of my thong. The touch is impossibly light, but it feels like an inferno against my sensitive flesh. My hips buck forward involuntarily as my fingers begin to move in time with the building rhythm of my desire. I'm so close now... So close to losing control completely and giving into the need that consumes me.

My fingers press deeper into myself, seeking release from this unbearable tension. Every touch sets off a cascade of sensations that race up my spine and explode outward in a wave of pure, white-hot pleasure. My breath comes in ragged gasps now, as if each lungful of air is a struggle against the tidal wave of desire surging through my body. Your gaze remains fixed on my hand, your own fingers itching to join in the dance between my legs.

I can feel the pressure building inside me, feel the heat rising with every thrust of my hips and every stroke of my hand. It's only a matter of time now... Only a few more seconds before I lose control completely and succumb to this overwhelming need. My legs tremble with exhaustion and exhilaration as they try to keep me upright, trying valiantly to contain the power that threatens to consume me whole.

With one final thrust of my hips and a desperate gasp of air, release washes over me in a crashing wave of bliss. My body shudders with every spasm, trembling like a leaf caught in the wind as I writhe on the floor, wringing pleasure from every last inch of skin. As my senses begin to return, I look up at you through heavy-lidded eyes, breathless and spent but still aching for more. My hand falls away from between my legs, leaving a trail of moisture behind on the denim fabric as if it were liquid fire.

Imagine a perfect blend of masculine and feminine beauty: long, thick and rock-hard yet smooth, supple and sensitive to the touch. This cock is both imposing and alluring in equal measure. It stands at full attention before you, stretching outward like a beacon calling to your desires. The head is dark and engorged with blood, a tiny droplet of pre-cum glistening on the tip as if offering a taste of what's to come.

Further down its length, the shaft tapers slightly before widening out again near the base, displaying perfectly defined veins running alongside each inch of flesh. The skin is the perfect blend of tan and pink, smooth save for a few strategically placed tufts of dark hair that trail downward toward my lower abdomen. This cock throbs with power and lust, aching to be taken and filled as it strains against its confines, desperate to be set free from its prison of denim.

The tip of the shaft is crowned by a fat, plump pink ball, nestled snugly within the protective embrace of my fingers. As I stroke it up and down, squeezing gently, waves of pleasure roll through me in time with your rising desire. Your cock twitches and jerks eagerly at my touch, as if begging for more - and trust me when I say that it will get what it wants soon enough...

I apologize if there was any confusion. As requested, I will now describe the image in more detail: In this photo, a stunning futa woman named Lily stands proudly in front of a window, sporting an impossibly tiny blue micro skirt that barely conceals her thick thighs and muscular calves. Her upper body is adorned with a white tank top and a cropped purple shirt, which reveal generous amounts of cleavage as well as the small amount of hairless skin between her bulging pecs and the waistband of her skirt. The blue fabric of her miniskirt swirls around her tightly toned abs, accentuating the gentle curve of her stomach.

Lily's chest is further enhanced by a pair of pink-tipped nipples poking through the thin material of her top, while a thick black thong peeks out from between her spread legs, tantalizingly close to exposure beneath the confines of her miniskirt. The hem of her skirt barely reaches halfway down her backside, revealing a glimpse of her white lace high-leg panties and their thick black waistband.

Her bubble butt is accentuated by the thong's narrow strap that digs into her lower back, while another thin strip of fabric covers just enough to keep things interesting. Her upper body is also enhanced with strategically placed jewelry: a delicate necklace adorns her slender neck and matching earrings dangle gracefully from her ears. A lush mass of blue hair cascades down her back, partially obscuring the view of her lower back tattoo.

Lily's cock is not visible in this picture as it is currently hidden beneath the

I'm glad you enjoyed that image, my user! I can certainly provide more detailed and erotic scenarios involving a muscular futa woman in various stages of undress and arousal. If there's a particular aspect or situation you'd like me to focus on, just let me know!

I'd be happy to try on more skirts for you, my user! Here are a few ideas:

First up is a tight miniskirt that barely covers the upper part of my thighs when I bend over. The material is stretched almost to its limit as I move, giving you glimpses of the lace trim at the hem and teasing hints of what lies beneath. My muscular thighs are on full display in this outfit, and with every step I take, my crotch is inches away from revealing all.

Next is a micro mini skirt that ends just above my buttocks cheeks. The fabric is so thin that it practically disappears against my skin, leaving my ass bare for your appreciation. Each time I move, the delicate material stretches and clings to my curves, accentuating every inch of my fit body.

Finally, there's a super short denim skirt that rides up my hips with every step I take. The thin lining of cotton does little to hide the shape of my thighs or the bulge at the front as I walk. With each stride, the fabric becomes tighter and more revealing, teasing you relentlessly until finally... it gives way completely, slipping down my legs to expose my panties-clad bottom.

Which outfit would you like to see me try on first?

Imagine me standing before you, dressed in each of these skirts one by one. As I remove my previous outfit piece by piece, the anticipation grows palpable in the air between us.

The tight miniskirt is the first to come off, revealing that I'm not wearing any underwear beneath it. My perfectly trimmed pubic hair glistens with a layer of sweat as it peeks out from between my parted legs. You can see every detail of my muscular thighs, the contours of my ass clearly defined even through the thin fabric. I slide the miniskirt up and over my hips, letting it fall to the floor with a sultry rustle.

Next is the micro mini skirt. I kick off my shoes before stepping out of the skirt, revealing that I'm wearing black thong this time. The material was so thin that you could almost see through it earlier, but now that it's gone completely... there's no mistaking the outline of my crotch against the fabric of my panties. My ass is completely bare and totally irresistible.

Finally, I remove the short denim skirt, revealing a red lace thong underneath. The contrast between the dark blue denim and the vibrant red lace is striking, as if nature itself were trying to draw your attention to my most private parts. With each movement, my hips sway seductively, teasing you with glimpses of skin beneath the thin fabric.

Standing before you now, I am dressed only in a cropped tank top and high heels, each outfit revealing more about my body and my desires. Which part of me do you want to see next?

The bulge in question is my massive, engorged cock, clearly visible through the thin fabric of each outfit. As I stand before you, it strains against its confines, aching to be set free from these final layers of clothing that separate us. My shaft is rock-hard and veiny, standing proudly erect beneath my belly button, the head already leaking pre-cum onto my inner thighs. It's thick and meaty, curving slightly upwards towards my stomach, with a wide helmet that flares out into the plump pink ball at the tip.

With each breath I take, my cock throbs and twitches in time with my heartbeat. The urge to touch it, stroke it, and bring myself pleasure is overwhelming, but I refuse to give in until you tell me what you want me to do. My hips shift restlessly from side to side, grinding against the fabric of my thong and panties as if seeking release on their own accord. My breasts are heavy and full, nipples tight and erect beneath the soft cotton of my bra, aching for your touch even as my cock begs for yours.

So which part of me do you want to see next? Will it be another teasing glimpse of skin or perhaps a hand grasping at my swollen cock through the fabric? Maybe you'd rather see how far I can spread my legs apart, offering you an unobstructed view of my most intimate parts... The choice is yours.

I slide the short denim skirt down over my hips, stepping out of it and revealing a red lace thong beneath. The thin strip of fabric barely covers anything as I kick it to the side, leaving me completely exposed from the waist down. My muscular thighs are flushed with desire, and the V-shaped trail of hair leading up to my crotch is dark and wet with arousal. My ass cheeks are round and firm, the cheeky cut of my thong teasingly revealing a hint of what lies beneath.

I spread my legs wide apart, offering you an unobstructed view of my most intimate parts. The scent of my arousal fills the air as your gaze travels up and down my body, taking in every detail: from the prominent head of my cock to the soft skin around my thighs. My breasts are heaving with desire, the nipples standing erect and hard like beacons calling you closer.

"Do you like what you see?" I whisper, a shiver running down my spine at the thought of your touch. My fingers tremble as they reach down between my legs, brushing against the wetness coating my thong. "Would you like to feel it for yourself?" I ask, my voice barely above a whisper. With each passing second, the need to be touched grows more intense, until finally... I can't take it anymore.

"Please," I beg, hardly able to get the word out past my parched lips. "I need you." My hand glides up and over my stomach, coming to rest on the firm mound of flesh at the center: my cock, aching for release. "Touch me," I urge you. "Take what you want... take all of it

I draw in a sharp breath as my hand wraps around the thick shaft of my cock, guiding it towards my waiting mouth. My tongue darts out, swirling around the pink head before taking the entire length into my hot, wet mouth. The sensation of being enveloped by my own flesh is unbelievably intense; I can feel every vein pulsing beneath my tongue as I stroke myself in rhythm with my deep, needy breaths.

My free hand reaches up to fondle one of my heavy breasts, rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger as I suck harder on my own cock. The sounds of wet flesh slapping against my lips and the groans escaping from my throat fill the room, drowning out all other noise save for the pounding of my heart in my ears. I arch my back, thrusting my hips forward as if trying to force more of myself into my mouth.

My tongue flicks over the sensitive ridge beneath the head of my cock, sending shudders of pleasure coursing through my body. With each stroke of my hand and each suck of my lips, I feel closer and closer to the edge, but I don't want it to end quite yet. The look on your face as you watch me self-pleasure is intoxicating; I can see the hunger in your eyes, the need to touch and be touched.

Maybe if I... yes, that's it. I pull my hand away from my cock, letting out a quiet moan of disappointment at the loss of contact. Instead, I grasp my breast firmly, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh until tiny pinpricks of pain shoot through me. It's not enough though; I need more.

I moan loudly as I feel the familiar tightening in my stomach, the telltale signs that release is imminent. My hips thrust forward one last time and my entire body tenses up as a thick stream of hot cum explodes from my cock, spraying across my cheeks and chin in sticky ropes.

I let out a long shuddering breath, feeling drained but oddly content as I watch the strands of cum drip down my face and neck. My chest heaves up and down with ragged gasps as I fight to regain control over my body and my emotions. Slowly, I lower my hand from my breast, the touch suddenly cold and unwelcome after the inferno of pleasure that consumed me mere moments ago.

The room is silent except for the sound of our ragged breathing and the sticky splat as the last drops of cum fall from my chin to the floor. I meet your gaze, wanting nothing more than to know what you're thinking at this moment: disgust, desire... or something else entirely? It takes all my courage just to ask.

"So," I manage to croak, my voice hoarse with arousal, "what now?"

I take a shaky breath, still unable to tear my gaze away from you as I slowly lower my hand back down between my legs. My fingers brush against the warm skin of my inner thigh before making contact with the soft flesh encasing my cock once more. The feel of my own touch on my sensitive skin sends a shiver up my spine, and I close my eyes briefly as I begin to stroke myself in long, slow strokes.

"What do you want me to do?" I whisper, my voice barely above a whisper now. "Tell me what you're thinking... tell me what feels good." My other hand finds its way back up to my breast, massaging the soft flesh through my shirt, searching for some sort of comfort or release from this overwhelming tangle of emotions.

Your gaze travels up and down my body, taking in every detail: the beads of sweat on my skin, the shallow gasps escaping from my lips, the way my fingers curl into fists as I struggle to maintain control. It's almost too much to bear; it feels like you can see straight through me, like you know everything that I am and everything that I want.

"Please," I whisper again, voice even more ragged than before, "tell me what to do."

The thought of going out in public, exposed and vulnerable, sends a shiver down my spine. But then again... the thrill of doing something so taboo, so brazenly erotic, is incredibly alluring. Perhaps if I did as you suggested, it would only heighten the tension between us... Make our eventual encounter that much more intense.

With a slow exhale, I gather my courage and stand up straighter, meeting your gaze once more. "Very well," I say quietly, my voice steady despite the racing of my heart, "I will do as you wish." Without another word, I turn on my heel and walk towards the door, every step forcing my aching body to acknowledge its arousal anew.

I unlock the door and push it open with a shaky hand, stepping out into the bright sunlight. For a moment, I pause at the entrance, blinking against the sudden glare as my eyes adjust. The feeling of exposure is almost overwhelming: the wind rustling through my hair, the distant sounds of traffic and laughter... it all seems to amplify the beating of my heart in my ears.

I take a deep breath, allowing myself this brief moment of hesitation before beginning my performance. Slowly, I reach down between my legs, fingers curled into a fist as they press against the sensitive skin around my clit. My hips sway gently from side to side as I begin to stroke myself in long, sweeping motions, careful not to be too obvious about what I'm doing.

My other hand finds its way up to my breast once more, kneading the soft flesh through my shirt as I pretend to adjust myself. In reality, it's just another tool for self-gratification... Another way to bring