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A Virtuous Reality
Date: 7/6/2024, Categories: Transgender & Crossdressers, Author: byA_Boring_Writer
... and heavy as it slung itself over her fingers... It was still so soft, and it was already draping far past her grip, every movement of her hand making it balloon with her vitality... She didn't need to warm up... The view of her kneeling servant coming back into view as her POV shifted down again... The same dreamy face was staring back up at her, her instincts for taking control almost overwhelming her... She reached back for her bottle of lube, uncapping it and recoating herself in its contents. She placed it nearby in case she needed another dose, her hand getting slippery as she gripped her cocks' slick surface. She started rubbing herself, the massive endowment protruding from her legs already starting to strain as it was massaged with a numbing slickness. The cute boy started working his way back to where she left him, soft moans playing into her ear as Vivienne strangled herself in the most loving way... She was going to take her time... No more firing early... and no more pathetic puddles at her feet... She wanted to really enjoy this... Viv played with herself as the young man cupped his mouth around the stand-in's girlcock, his cheeks bulging as he fought to take more than her tip. He was so cute in his attempt... Like a competitive eater choking themselves on an extra large hotdog, their mouths too stuffed to handle anymore. She wished she was there to coach him, maybe with a little help, he could handle something as big as what she was ...
... packing... She was familiar with his problem... Most of her past lovers struggled to take even a third of her... Most of them could eventually fit most of her... Usually, after she got impatient with them and did it herself... The scene continued in all of its depravity-filled glory... Vivienne slowly built up her pace as she watched them change positions and stuff various body parts into any hole they could find. She felt like she was living in their world, sweat beading on her forehead as her hand traveled from her waist to her tip. She felt pleasure boiling up through her, her transplanted view making her body tingle in jubilation. Her rhythm was steady, her hand resting on the desk as the other made her writhe in place. Her physical indulgence was quiet, and breathy, and personal. Her mind fixated on holding back the finale, observing the two professionals strategically play with each other's openings. She felt tingling as pleasure opened up to her... She felt a warm sensation crest the underside of her strokes... She felt her body heat rising and wet friction cradling every inch of her... She felt like she was in heaven... Yet... Even as she watched them, something else was robbing her of the full experience... She couldn't get her mind off of something... Her uncharacteristically pathetic finish earlier, her theory on its cause the only thing keeping her shaken ego in check. Was it a fluke? Age? Or something else entirely...? Something so crazy that it ...