Chelsea B
Fucking She-Males #05, Scene #02
Picture this: a stunning t-girl with curves that could stop traffic, her smooth skin glowing under the dim lights. She's got that perfect mix—full, perky tits straining against a lacy bra, and down below, a thick cock twitching with anticipation, begging for attention. She saunters over, hips swaying like she owns the room, eyes locked on yours with a wicked grin. 'Ready to play?' she purrs, dropping to her knees. Her lips wrap around you, hot and eager, sucking with just the right pressure while her hand strokes her own hardening length. You grab her hair, guiding the rhythm—fast, then slow, building that fire. She moans around you, her free hand teasing her tight ass, fingers circling that eager hole. Flip her over, and she's all yours: slide in deep, feeling her clench and gasp, her cock slapping against her belly with every thrust. It's raw, it's filthy, and damn, it's the kind of night that leaves you grinning like an idiot.
Picture this: a stunning t-girl with curves that could stop traffic, her smooth skin glowing under the dim lights. She's got that perfect mix—full, perky tits straining against a lacy bra, and down below, a thick cock twitching with anticipation, begging for attention. She saunters over, hips swaying like she owns the room, eyes locked on yours with a wicked grin. 'Ready to play?' she purrs, dropping to her knees. Her lips wrap around you, hot and eager, sucking with just the right pressure while her hand strokes her own hardening length. You grab her hair, guiding the rhythm—fast, then slow, building that fire. She moans around you, her free hand teasing her tight ass, fingers circling that eager hole. Flip her over, and she's all yours: slide in deep, feeling her clench and gasp, her cock slapping against her belly with every thrust. It's raw, it's filthy, and damn, it's the kind of night that leaves you grinning like an idiot.