My. God. Opal stared at the fantasy before her, surprised he was still here and not some drunken dream she’d had. Then it sank in, everything she’d said and done. Needing to get away from his intense stare, as well as from the reality that she’d just lost her virginity to a male escort dressed like an alien in one of her sci-fi romance books, Opal scampered back. Opal didn’t get far as clawed hands griped her tighter, and he growled out in an odd accented voice, that she was his, and something about a goddess. Staring at him, she slowly looked at his face and travelled down his scrumptious huge six pack chest and muscled body, licking her lips only to squeal at the sight of two penises standing erect before her. Oh they look real. Could you fake something like that? she wondered. It explained why last night he felt abnormally big, long, and thick. What the hell was going on? Something didn’t feel right. She gave Mr. Yellow a better look, getting as close as possible, looking for any sign of the makeup, and props lifting, the paint cracking, or coming off, anything that would tell her what her mind was saying to her was real.
