She has to bend to plant the kiss, but it still thrills you.
"If they ask.... what's my wife's name?" she purrs.
Her voice just resonantes, deep within you. You want to protest that you were the man, so you should be the husband.
"W..w.. wife." you stutter out.
"Of course." she smiles. Your heart fills with joy, her smile isn't wide, honest, and calms you feelings of being mocked.
"Of course. I think you'll play that role better. I can picture you as my curvy little nymph, a firecracker in the bed."
"Nat... Nate... Call me Natalie." you eventually get out. It would be easier if you weren't so distracted by the press of her flesh, as her hand snakes around your back to your hip. She pulls you close to her side, and you set off to tease the men playing beach volleyball.
Your thoughts are a jumbled buzz, as you try to work out how you feel. The proximity of this gorgeous woman is a powerful aphrodisiac, and you still enjoy the sight of her barely contained flesh.
But as you look down, you see your own barely covered flesh. Seeing it jiggle, Feeling it jiggle, also feels SO nice. But there's a niggling doubt at the back of your mind.
"If I'm a woman now, shouldn't I want cock?"
You blush, as you even think of the word. Everyone of those players up ahead, has his own cock. A shiver and a thrill race down you spine. Cocks feel strange and exotic... dangerous and exciting?
You look up to Jordan's confident face for re-assurance. She's also drinking in the action. Her hips piston, as she struts down the board walk.
Your shorter legs mean you take more steps, you jiggle more, besides there is more of you to shimmy and shake.
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