Four Inches Cock

I blinked a few times before saying, "Yes, okay."
With my elevator eyes I analyzed her body from neck to thigh. Gorgeous small breasts hid inside a solid pink bra hovering over a fit stomach. A cameltoe rested between her legs inside a matching pink pair of panties. Then she strutted closer mimicking a runway model. Am I dating a runway model? Just a moment - and five-thousand nanosecond brain functions - later she straddled me and our lips met. With the fury of a thousand suns, passion exploded and no, I'm not even sorry for that metaphor. I slid my hands down her back and tongue into her mouth. Her hands grasped the back of my head and controlled where I kissed her. I snuck glimpses at her during the ferocity of the kiss - she smiled with her eyes closed. How sweet.
I felt something though, pressing against my waist. Something pressed out from my own waist, sure, but something else pushed into me. Maybe it's my belt. I ignored it as she kissed my neck and started to rip my shirt off - which soon proved impossible at the same time.
"Bed?" she asked.
"Yes."
She hopped off of me and something in her panties jumped up and down. I stared at it confused to hell - did she hide something in there? I haven't been sexually active for a little while but not that long. Am I missing some new fad?
"Brett?"
I looked up at her standing over me.
She bit her lip and unsnapped her bra, revealing her members of the itty bitty titty committee. Gorgeous - any breast is a good breast, am I right? She then said, "Don't panic but," and slid down her underwear, "I was born a guy."
Four inches stared at me. Speechless. I was honestly speechless. I'm straight though so I should be repulsed at the sight of it but there I sat, mouth agape wondering. Wondering about things and stuff.
"Brett?" she asked. I didn't reply so she said, "I can leave but just please don't hate me or act weird at work okay?"