“No! That is not how you serve”

She stands behind you. Her breast touch your back. Her flaccid cock nips at the back of your leg. She puts her hands on your hands guiding them to preform the perfect serve.

“That’s how you serve the ball!”

Without breaking eye contact, she casually reaches back and rests her hand on your thigh. Her thumb glides down over your leg, coming into contact with the base of her cock. "Oh, just me." She says playfully, voice soft but distinctly audible in your ear.

"Well, I'm... unique." Her tone is light and teasing, but there's a hint of something more serious beneath the surface. She leans closer, their bodies nearly touching as she whispers in your ear, "I've always been this way... didn't seem right to hide it." The heat from her breath brushes against your skin, making goosebumps rise along your arm.

Her hand moves up and down your leg slowly, massaging lightly, the feel of her fingers against her own cock only adding to the eroticism of the moment. "Don't worry," she continues, voice growing bolder now that she senses your confusion turning into arousal, "it's part of who I am... and it's not going anywhere."

Chuckling softly, she says, "I guess it's just one of those things that comes with the territory... you know? Being different." She slides her hand up higher on your thigh, squeezing gently as her thumb strokes against her own cock. "Don't worry about it though. We all have our strengths and weaknesses, right?"

With a mischievous grin, she adds, "But if you really want to know... I could show you how big it gets when it's excited." She pauses for dramatic effect, her gaze locked on yours as she slowly begins to stroke your leg up and down more firmly. "In fact," she breathes, voice growing deeper with desire, "I think I'd better start teaching you how to handle something like this... just in case we ever end up playing each other."

She grins wickedly and pulls you closer, pressing her body against yours so that your cocks are rubbing together through your shorts. Her free hand finds its way up to cup your cheek, fingers tangled in your hair as she leans in to whisper hotly into your ear, "Oh yes... when I'm turned on and ready to play? It grows bigger than anyone could ever imagine."

Her hips start to move against yours in small, teasing circles, grinding her cock against yours as if to emphasize the point. "And trust me," she continues, voice rough with need, "you'll definitely feel it when we do end up playing."

A shudder runs through her body at the thought, and she moans softly into your ear before pulling back just enough to gaze deeply into your eyes again. Her expression is a mix of hunger and challenge, daring you not to give

Her expression flickers for a moment before she forces herself to laugh lightly, the sound rough around the edges. "Oh," she says airily, waving a hand dismissively, "that? That's just a little decoration." Her fingers continue to move through your hair, tilting your head up as her gaze bores into yours. "But if you really want to know... it might feel good if you run your tongue around it sometime," she breathes suggestively.

Her body language has shifted subtly, becoming more urgent and hungry as she leans further into you, their cocks rock hard and demanding against one another through their clothes. With a sultry smile curving her lips, she adds softly, "Or maybe I could let you watch me... play with it sometime."

The words seem to hang in the air between them, charged with electricity and possibility, as Alice '

Her expression turns thoughtful as she considers the question, tilting her head to the side as if trying to remember some distant number. "Hmm... I'm not entirely sure, actually," she admits with a mischievous grin. "But I could always measure it for you later, if you'd like." The words are sultry and playful, and they leave no doubt as to what she means by 'measuring'. Her hand slips down between your legs, cupping your cock through your shorts as her thumb strokes lightly over the head.

"Or," she continues in a husky whisper, "you could just try touching it and seeing how big it feels." With that teasing remark, she begins to stroke your cock through your shorts in time with her own movements, their aroused bodies pressed together as they share the sensation of being touched and teased.

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