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My Night With A Goddess - My First Transexual Experience - Part 2
Date: 7/29/2024, Categories: Trans, Author: CassieX
... arrives inches from her, he runs the back of his fingers along her cheek, and she surely does the best she can to refrain from grimacing. “I see someone has had a change of heart?” His mouth crawls to her ear and whispers in a tone I can barely make out. “My slave has been rather reluctant to pleasure me, hasn’t she?” I gasp through my hands shielding my mouth. Stay focused! Don’t blow this. “I’m sorry, master,” Alicia says, giving him an apologetic look that begs for forgiveness. A look that would melt the heart of any human. “I want to go back to how it was before. I want to please you… in ways you can never imagine.” He clicks his tongue and raises his eyebrows, as though subtly gesturing for her to show him. “That’s a start…” She moves forward to plant a kiss on him but instead shifts to the side of his face and bites his ear gently. However, before his outstretched hand can grasp her voluptuous bosom, she forcefully smacks the middle of his chest with her right hand. The impact sends him tumbling backwards, landing on the chair with a loud thud. That was too hard! I think, staring at the chair through the crack in the door. He looks appalled, but the creepy grin appearing on his face shortly after proves he likes it rough. That’s when I knew this man has some serious kinks. Alicia must have known this and wants the world to see. “Oh Alicia…” he says, opening his robe to show his erect manhood, pointing skyward. “That’s it…” she says slowly, ...
... “I’ll take care of you. But first…” She bends over in front of his face rather revealingly and picks up the rope from the floor –The binds that originally had secured her to the chair. “Oh, you’re naughty.” He tries to lick her left ass cheek and that’s when I take my first picture. No, that won’t look too good for him, will it? “You haven’t seen anything yet,” Alicia responds by pulling herself upright, seizing his hand and wrenching it back behind the chair. She binds it securely with roughly three or four sturdy knots, then links it to his other hand. “Show me,” he says. “I’m waiting, you filthy girl.” Alicia giggles playfully, binding his ankles to the legs of the chair. “How’s this…?” She swivels around, presenting her ass to him, moving it around tantalizingly before his very eyes, which enchants him instantaneously. He gasps, nearly slobbering. It's revolting. Her hands trail from her back to her buttocks, provocatively caressing them. She follows it by starting a seductive lap dance, running her ass up his bare leg, then along his erect manhood. Up and down the shaft, but luckily without any penetration. His moaning is disgusting, but I keep snapping pictures. It’s the only way I can bear to watch this show. It’s clear he’s enjoying it. Perfect. It looks like he just wants to rip from the binds and grab her. I’m so glad he can’t. She slowly lifts her ass from his lap and takes a step toward me, winking at me as I remain quiet in this closet. ...