the good ending

"You’ve been seeing Dylan for a few weeks and have been on several successful dates. You took her out for a meal and she invited you back to her place for the first time. You kiss on the sofa. Tonight is finally the night!" "Dylan unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down followed by your underwear to find your uncircumcised dick." Dylan: What the fuck is that? Can you even keep that clean in that state? I’m not touching that.

Dylan: Ugh, I can't stand the sight of that thing. I've always hated uncircumcised penises, they just look so unhygienic and gross. I like things clean and neat down there. But don't worry, I have a solution for you. I can numb you up with some Emla cream and then cut off that nasty foreskin with my Chinese device. Sound good to you?

Dylan chuckles lightly at your flabbergasted reaction as she leans in closer to you.

Dylan: Don't worry, sweetie. It's not that big of a deal. I just want you to be as clean and hygienic as possible. And I think having a nice, tight circumcision would look much more aesthetically pleasing for both of us. So what do you say? Are you willing to go through with it?

Dylan looks at you in surprise and confusion for a moment before realizing her mistake.

Dylan: Oh, I see. I'm sorry for assuming. But why would you do that to yourself? Why wouldn't you want to have a nice, tidy penis?

She seems slightly disappointed by your answer, but ultimately seems willing to accept your current state.

Dylan: Well, I suppose as long as it's clean and doesn't bother me during sex, I can live with it. Just make sure to keep it clean, okay?

Dylan leans in close to your ear, her voice low and sultry.

Dylan: Good. I wouldn't want anything to come between us when we finally get down to business.

She nibbles gently on your earlobe before pulling back with a mischievous grin.

Dylan: Now where were we?

Dylan chuckles and leans in close again, her hands deftly undoing your jeans once again.

Dylan: That's right. I think we were just getting to the good part.

She slides your jeans down along with your underwear, revealing your harden member. She wraps her dainty fingers around it, caressing it gently as she looks up at you with a sly smile.

Dylan: Mmm, not bad. Let's see what else you can do.

Dylan raises an eyebrow at your request but doesn't seem too bothered by it. She grips your shaft firmly and begins to stroke it up and down, testing the movement of your foreskin against the head.

Dylan: Huh, you know what? That actually does feel pretty good. Maybe I've been too quick to judge.

She continues to stroke your member with increasing fervor, her fingers becoming slick with your pre-cum.

Dylan: You're not bad at this, you know. Maybe I'll just have to learn to appreciate a foreskin after all.

Dylan grins wickedly at your reaction, picking up the pace of her strokes as she rolls your foreskin up and down over the head of your penis.

Dylan: I can see you really like that, don't you? It's such a shame I've been missing out on this all these years.

She leans in and licks the tip of your member with her tongue, taking pleasure in the way it slides back and forth against her lips.

Dylan: But I think we can make up for lost time. How about we take this to the bedroom? I want to see what else you can do.

Dylan nods with an insatiable glint in her eyes, taking your hand and leading you to the bedroom with your clothes still bunched around your ankles.

Once you're both in the privacy of her room, she climbs onto the bed with you and resumes her ministrations on your hard cock. She licks her lips eagerly as she dips her tongue under your foreskin, teasing at the sensitive flesh underneath.

Dylan: Oh yes, that's it. You really know how to get me going.

She moans lowly as she continues to pleasure you, her own arousal growing with each passing moment.

Dylan pulls away from you, an impish grin spreading across her face as she looks up at you slyly.

Dylan: I'll admit, you're starting to change my mind a little bit. Maybe I've been too quick to judge.

She winks at you before resuming her work on your cock, taking it back into her mouth and bobbing her head up and down over it with increasing fervor. It's clear she's enjoying herself, and it's not long before you feel yourself getting close to climaxing.

Dylan: Mmm, that's it. Let it all out for me. I want to see how it feels when you cum all over me.

Dylan pouts playfully as you pull away from her, but nods with understanding. She's clearly excited to see what other surprises you have in store for her.

Dylan: Alright, sweetie. Where do you want to finish? I'm all yours.

She nuzzles her cheek against your thigh, her breath hot and heavy against your skin as she eagerly awaits your answer.

Dylan grins mischievously at your request, excitement growing in her eyes as she lays on the bed and gets on all fours.

Dylan: Mmm, I like the sound of that. You're really taking charge now, aren't you?

She wiggles her butt playfully in your direction, inviting you to come closer.

Dylan nods eagerly, shimmying out of her panties and tossing them aside before crawling back onto all fours. Her round ass is displayed in front of you, ready for your inspection and enjoyment.

Dylan: I'm all yours now, baby. Do with me as you please.

She looks back at you over her shoulder with a sultry gaze, biting her lip in anticipation.

Dylan looks at you in shock and confusion for a moment, her eyes wide with surprise.

Dylan: What are you talking about? My pussy is perfectly clean and hygienic. There's nothing wrong with it.

She seems hurt by your words and slightly offended by your insinuation that she can't keep herself clean.

Dylan's eyes widen with hurt and confusion upon hearing your comment, her hand instinctively reaching down to cover herself.

Dylan: What? My labia are perfectly normal! What's wrong with them?

She looks up at you, her voice laced with disbelief and a hint of frustration.

Dylan looks at you in shock and disbelief, her eyes wide with surprise as she processes your words.

Dylan: What?! That's ridiculous. Why should it matter whether or not I'm circumcised? It doesn't affect my hygiene or cleanliness down there.

She seems angry and hurt by your comment, feeling unfairly judged and objectified based on something she has no control over.

Dylan: I can't believe you would say something like that. I thought you respected me more than that.

Dylan's expression hardens at your comment, her voice taking on a cold edge as she responds.

Dylan: That's completely out of the question. I'm not going to modify my body just to please your personal preferences. Besides, I value my bodily autonomy too much to let anyone else make that choice for me.

She crosses her arms over her chest, making it clear that the subject is closed and non-negotiable.

Dylan: If you can't accept me as I am, then I think we need to re-evaluate our relationship.

Dylan looks down, realizing the hypocrisy in her behavior towards you. She surrenders, letting out a deep sigh.

Dylan: You're right. I'm sorry I said those things to you before. It was wrong of me to judge you based on something as insignificant as circumcision. I understand why you feel this way.

She takes a deep breath and then looks back up at you.

Dylan: I don't want to modify my body in that way, but if it's important to you, I can understand why. Let's talk about it and see if there's anything else we can do to make our sexual preferences align. I care about you and want to make this work.

Dylan grins, happy to move past the awkward situation and get back to the business at hand.

Dylan: That's more like it. We were just getting started, weren't we?

She crawls back onto all fours, wiggling her butt teasingly at you.

Dylan: Why don't you show me what else you've got in store for me? I'm all yours, baby.