Does That Feel Like A Dick?

Yo, check this out. My buddy Yuri hooked up his dancer Alexis—total smokeshow—with a massage from me. I start working her shoulders, down her back, feeling those curves. Smooth sailing until I hit her inner thighs. Boom—something's off. This chick might not be a chick. She goes by Alexis onstage, but off-duty? Pat. Yeah, that clears up jack shit. I slide my hands toward her crotch for a real grope, but she slams the brakes hard. 'Not so fast,' she snaps. I flip her onto her back. She's chatting about sewing patches on her jeans and wrenching on her ride. Cute hobbies, but I'm ramping it up. I lay it out straight: Yuri and the clients are side-eyeing her deep voice and topless gigs. He sent me to verify if she's packing the real deal down there. Alexis? Pissed. Fires back that every inch is authentic—no fake add-ons. Then she flips the script: 'Drop those pants, and I'll prove it. I'll suck you off like only a woman can.' I'm still half-doubting if I'm getting head from a dude or dudette when she spreads wide on the table. I dive in, pounding that tight pussy. Felt like heaven, man. Blew my load in seconds flat. Case closed—she's the real McCoy!