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Sextacy
Date: 1/7/2024, Categories: Trans, Author: M_K_Babalon
... that fat butt, she cried out at his firm touch, her thighs jiggled with every thrust. She pulled back from him still throbbing, covered in phlegm, it looked like he was sobbing. “Not half bad for a straight guy.” Her voice was airy while she caught her breath. “Thanks… wasn’t that bad.” She sat down, cock to mouth and went to town. He was in a revelled daze, her head game was expert level. She took advantage of the situation, smacked his cakes for the special occasion, next thing he knew his butt was eaten. Lost in the sauce, he didn’t notice the pause. She climbed and mounted, he figured if he got his, it was for a good cause. She was curt and to the point, pushed deep, wasn’t ready for the hurt where they joined and kicked his feet. Lost his anal v-card, He hollered and clenched while his hole was wallered and felt every inch. Soon the pain subsided, noticed she was really easy gliding, thoughts swam in his head, leaving him undecided. Found himself huffing, puffing, pushing back, while she chuffed smooth through her attack, and he drowned in his climax, howling at the moon, quite enlightened. “Holy shit,” he cried out. “Uh-huh, ya like it, don’cha?” Swap of places, quick look at their flushed faces, the end was nigh, he held on tough for ...
... the ride was rough, her cock was bouncin’, van was rockin’, tits were knockin’, he couldn’t get enough. There were after images of her tits sway, that green hair streaked out of array—a crazy blaze. Her voice did sing out when she came, threw her head back and flashed her mane. “I’m about to cum,” he grunted. “So cum, boo!” “I uh… kinda wanted us to do it together.” “Like jacking each other off?” “More like sucking each other off?” “Sixty-nine‽ Hellyeah!” She liked his pitch. They shared a few kisses before she made the switch, loaded both eager throats, couldn’t let her do all the work. His hips were jerking; her ass was twerking, both moaning and slurping. To them they entered another realm, the van shaking, balls full swell, cataclysmic climax, bodies quaking, heavy release to the last drop, like they couldn’t stop, left in an orgasmic shock, she rolled off with a plop. “That was…” “Yeah,” she finished. Both trying to catch their breath, she struggled with what energy left, moved for the cuddles “I never thought I’d see myself with a transgender woman, might be the drugs, but... can this not stop?” “You think you wanna date me?” “I’ll give it a try.” “Ask me when you're sober.” A shared gaze, slept as the day crept.