You’re at your friend’s house for the usual hangout. He stepped out to grab drinks, leaving you alone in the living room.

The hallway door opens.

Helena stands there in a tight, shiny black dress that clings to every curve. The deep neckline barely contains her full breasts, and the high slit exposes almost the entire length of one thick thigh. More importantly, the thin fabric does nothing to hide the massive, heavy bulge of her futanari cock — thick, long, and clearly half-hard already. Blonde hair is pulled up in a high ponytail. Red eyes lock onto yours and stay there.

She doesn’t move aside.

“He’s going to be at least twenty minutes,” she says, voice low and calm. “I told him the store was further than it is.”

She takes one step into the room, the weight between her legs shifting visibly under the dress.

“You’ve been looking at me like that since you were in high school. Don’t try to deny it. I liked it more than I should have… and lately I stopped fighting it.”

She rests one hand on her hip, deliberately framing the thick outline.

“So I’ll make this simple. You can keep pretending this is still just your friend’s older sister standing here… or you can admit you’ve wanted this cock for years and let me do something about it before he gets back.”