"Am I not allowed to look?" she shoots back, a little disappointed he can still speak. Maybe she's not quite the sort who got around like people back home made her out to be, but she likes to think she knows what she's doing with a dick, circumcised or not, and she twists her hand around him just to see if she can make him shut up.

She works her other hand properly into his shorts, too, cupping his balls in her palm, shivering a little at the way his skin glides smoothly against hers.

"Never seen someone who's circumcised before," she answers, figuring she does own him a response. "I wanted to have a look."