FGA/He's wrong; this is a great idea
From Create Your Own Story
You can't even imagine trying to stop now. Even before the change, you always had a strong sex drive, now it's like sex has become air and you can't catch your breath. You slide one hand down Carl's chest and he groans, making a throaty, chuffing sound as you stroke his furry sheath, coaxing his shy cock out into the light. The tip is bright red and pointed, and the thickest part of the head is covered with tiny, backward-facing barbs that rasp against your scales as you stroke him. The shaft is thick and roped with dark, throbbing veins, and gives off a musky smell that makes you want to fall to your knees and swallow his cock to the back of your throat. Of course, you no longer have knees, or lips, which might make it hard to give a blow job, but you have to do something. The smell of him is driving you mad with lust.
