"I do this every day, darn it, it should NOT be this difficult...!"

Anyone who is familiar with the wiles of a hyper endowed predatory herm or shemale knows all too well that almost always if they're being sweet on you...well, it's likely because they're pent up, need to blow a massive load (and soon), and have no regard to your personal safety or risk management. The reason for this is simple: blue balls is a constant worry for these poor, oversexed creatures, as what is merely an annoying itch for the lesser gifted is amplified on a geometric scale when you have a cock big enough that it could be confused for a hungry serpent trying to strangle you.
Now, there have been many methods devised by the dickgirl populace to try and maintain one's composure when it is absolutely necessary to do so, as some business and personal relationships do require a modicum of self-control for the better interests of all parties involved. Most of these methods failed, and the world accepted that suppression was impossible--so a new strategy intervened: that of subversion. No force of nature save for death itself can keep a girl with a titanic dick and wrecking balls to match from regularly firing off the cannon to alleviate pressure, and trying to prevent such from happening will only assure guaranteed destruction of property once she finally blows...so why not just aim her in another direction?
Hansi's personal method of wrangling that girlcock is a simple one: when dressing up for the evening (being that she is a gal of class when the mood strikes) a belt is necessary to secure the hefty foreskin draped around her musky anaconda. This does nothing to hide her intimidating bulge when dressed--in fact, more often than not it simply exaggerates it, accentuating all those curves and thickly pulsing veins--but it does provide the benefit of a greatly reduced chance that she might burst through her own pants or dress. Keeping the foreskin from constantly sliding up and down that sensitive length, dialing down to a leaky faucet of pre from a generous stream of it, and ensuring great difficulty in ever becoming COMPLETELY erect when she finds herself in a rut and convenient relief is not an option, this belt can safely formulate the illusion that a busty rottiebitch hung like a champion Clydesdale is not a total slave to her body's lewd manifesto.

Of course, this is only a temporary solution, as some cheaper quality belts have been known to snap when she can't control her urges and rises to full-mast. She's still apologizing for the time she flipped over the table with her explosive erection during a dinner date at a nicer restaurant, and knocked out a nearby patron when her severed belt buckle was launched like a missile from under her skirt.

To prevent foreskin chafing and unwanted leakage, a belt is required.

For Hansi_Bello