I heard the sweet plastic sound of his lubricated condom, as I slowly sat down on his lovely cock and he finally and deliciously entered my closed bum. He was lying on his back on the bed and I on top of him, we were in the Amazon position. He took my hip with his hands and pushed me further down. I moaned loudly when the base of his member reached my buttocks: Finally, it was all inside me. He caressed my legs and I went up slowly while feeling how that virile monument moved through my rectum until I enjoyed the tip and once again lowered slowly. His yummy cock opened its way again in my recently deflowered hole.
I pinched my nipples to give myself more pleasure. He took my micropenis and started making me masturbate. It was all a delight the mix of sensations: being penetrated, being masturbated, caressing my nipples, and being cross-dressed. I felt so womanly in white sandals with thin heel, white pantyhose with lace up to the top of my legs, improvised lip gloss, chandelier earrings on my wrists, rings on my fingers with pink stones, pressure earrings, and many urges to experience my first penetration. I rested my hands on his chest and scratched his nipples with my fingernails. He moaned and penetrated me more deeply, although at a tasty and slow pace. His cock was big, fat, hot, and had a round head that delicately and forcefully deflowered my anus. The pumping he gave me in the ass was phenomenal, but I was controlling the rhythm with which he was screwing me. I had decided to dress up as a woman and surrender to him with some fear of becoming gay, exposing my secret to the world, and hurting that experience. But simply, while being penetrated and enjoying the moment, I understood that I wasn't gay, but a closeted transvestite who had given myself permission to have a good time; my secret would remain a secret, and I could continue living my normal life when I wanted, and also when I wanted, I could be the woman I kept in the closet (and I had the right and freedom to do so); but the most delicious thing was that, instead of hurting me, my hole was begging for more and more cock.
I accelerated my pace a bit. The friction of the latex encasing his member as it entered and exited my hole began to give me a burning sensation in my rectum. I started panting. His chest was sweaty and so was mine. He was riding me. He slapped my ass and I accelerated even more. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall and the mattress was creaking from the effort. -Slut, you're tasty!, Daddy, you're delicious!, Give it to me like that!, Your cock is delicious! - I started saying uncontrollably in a loud voice as the ride became more intense. I felt his member getting harder every time the blood pumped and made it thicker. The carnal pleasure, desire, and passion were disorienting me and I arched my back up towards the ceiling, placing my hands on his knees, which caused him to enter me even better. He was penetrating me again and again. I decided to change and rotated like a screw on a meat bolt, so now I wasn't looking at him but at his feet. As I turned around, I felt everything inside my rectum being stimulated by that man's treat inside of me. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and without pulling out, put me face up on the bed. My legs went over his shoulders and his head. He brought me closer to him and kissed me. He stopped and stood on the floor, making me lean against the bed. My ankles were on his shoulders while I was still entering and exiting my pussy. He gave it to me 78 long times like that. He bent my legs, pushed me, and got onto the bed. It seemed like I was a plump hen without feathers, ready to be eaten, and they were already eating me. Without stopping, he started making me masturbate. We were both so tasty, so hot, drenched in copious sweat. I was moaning and panting incessantly, screaming with pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore, my insignificant half-erect penis began to produce semen and more semen. He took my semen with his hands and said Sprinkled across my chest, face, ears, cheeks, and hair. Took a little more of what was left on my stomach and poured it into my mouth and washed it down with my hot tongue. He got closer to me, taking the missionary position while continuing to penetrate me and kissed me. Our tongues were burning with desire.
I hugged him with my legs and arms, I could see my feet with stockings on those beautiful women's sandals on his back. He started giving me cock faster and deeper. -Yes, yes, yes-, I said uncontrollably. My pelvis began to make wild movements from top to bottom, all my skin was erect. Our kiss was deep and his tongue reached my throat. He accelerated even more. His penis, testicles, and perineum electrified. When the electricity reached my anus, it became frenzied and started giving spasms, opening and closing frantically and squeezing the member that struggled to enter and leave it. I screamed louder, the spasms became too much. At one point he took his cock out of me, quickly removed the condom and entered again, taking advantage of the space given by the spasm. He gave me cock faster and faster and more and more and more, I came again while having my first anal orgasm and he, in a triumphant cry as a man over a transvestite girl that was me, ended with an irrepressible orgasm. I felt the power of his seven jets inside my rectum, each one accompanied by a deeper penetration but at the same time more spaced out. In the seventh thrust, he kissed me tasty with tongue and finally collapsed on top of me. I felt all his weight deliciously. Then he rolled over to the side and we both sank into a deep sleep due to the exhaustion of this transvestite and man marathon sex. Perhaps thirty minutes passed. I noticed a movement in bed, better waking up, I saw that he was standing on the bed, with his feet at my shoulder level. I saw him from his feet up like a giant over me. He was masturbating and just as I opened my eyes well, I felt him coming and from above, a new hot semen splashed onto my face and eyes. -Hello, this is how I wanted to wake you up- he said. He got off the bed. We kissed and we took advantage of feeling the salty taste of his cum, thick and light, which we washed away with our tongues. -Let's take a bath- punctuated while getting up and heading to the adjacent bathroom, opening the shower key. I sat on the bed, untied the straps in my beautiful women's sandals, lovely witnesses that had accompanied me in this delicious moment and dressed like a real girl. I put on pink plush slippers with medium heel and hard sole that showed off my fingers. I walked towards the bathroom feeling feminine in that soft footwear, and as I did, I felt the potent heat in my hole from that intense deflowering day, and as the hard soles of my slippers bounced against my heels, I felt a thread of semen mixed with blood from my lost anal virginity, which came out of my hole and caused a tasty tickle on my pubic area, while wetting my stockings. I arrived at the shower, undressed, put the curtain aside, and he was wet and shining. I entered and knelt in front of him. -My love, you know what they say: a transvestite without giving a blow job is not a transvestite. And after the delicious screwing you gave me, obvious that I'll suck your cock with madness, my love, this blow job will be tasty and you'll cum on my girl's face, my little slut since today and forever.
I pinched my nipples to give myself more pleasure. He took my micropenis and started making me masturbate. It was all a delight the mix of sensations: being penetrated, being masturbated, caressing my nipples, and being cross-dressed. I felt so womanly in white sandals with thin heel, white pantyhose with lace up to the top of my legs, improvised lip gloss, chandelier earrings on my wrists, rings on my fingers with pink stones, pressure earrings, and many urges to experience my first penetration. I rested my hands on his chest and scratched his nipples with my fingernails. He moaned and penetrated me more deeply, although at a tasty and slow pace. His cock was big, fat, hot, and had a round head that delicately and forcefully deflowered my anus. The pumping he gave me in the ass was phenomenal, but I was controlling the rhythm with which he was screwing me. I had decided to dress up as a woman and surrender to him with some fear of becoming gay, exposing my secret to the world, and hurting that experience. But simply, while being penetrated and enjoying the moment, I understood that I wasn't gay, but a closeted transvestite who had given myself permission to have a good time; my secret would remain a secret, and I could continue living my normal life when I wanted, and also when I wanted, I could be the woman I kept in the closet (and I had the right and freedom to do so); but the most delicious thing was that, instead of hurting me, my hole was begging for more and more cock.I accelerated my pace a bit. The friction of the latex encasing his member as it entered and exited my hole began to give me a burning sensation in my rectum. I started panting. His chest was sweaty and so was mine. He was riding me. He slapped my ass and I accelerated even more. The headboard of the bed was banging against the wall and the mattress was creaking from the effort. -Slut, you're tasty!, Daddy, you're delicious!, Give it to me like that!, Your cock is delicious! - I started saying uncontrollably in a loud voice as the ride became more intense. I felt his member getting harder every time the blood pumped and made it thicker. The carnal pleasure, desire, and passion were disorienting me and I arched my back up towards the ceiling, placing my hands on his knees, which caused him to enter me even better. He was penetrating me again and again. I decided to change and rotated like a screw on a meat bolt, so now I wasn't looking at him but at his feet. As I turned around, I felt everything inside my rectum being stimulated by that man's treat inside of me. Suddenly, he grabbed my waist and without pulling out, put me face up on the bed. My legs went over his shoulders and his head. He brought me closer to him and kissed me. He stopped and stood on the floor, making me lean against the bed. My ankles were on his shoulders while I was still entering and exiting my pussy. He gave it to me 78 long times like that. He bent my legs, pushed me, and got onto the bed. It seemed like I was a plump hen without feathers, ready to be eaten, and they were already eating me. Without stopping, he started making me masturbate. We were both so tasty, so hot, drenched in copious sweat. I was moaning and panting incessantly, screaming with pleasure. I couldn't take it anymore, my insignificant half-erect penis began to produce semen and more semen. He took my semen with his hands and said Sprinkled across my chest, face, ears, cheeks, and hair. Took a little more of what was left on my stomach and poured it into my mouth and washed it down with my hot tongue. He got closer to me, taking the missionary position while continuing to penetrate me and kissed me. Our tongues were burning with desire.I hugged him with my legs and arms, I could see my feet with stockings on those beautiful women's sandals on his back. He started giving me cock faster and deeper. -Yes, yes, yes-, I said uncontrollably. My pelvis began to make wild movements from top to bottom, all my skin was erect. Our kiss was deep and his tongue reached my throat. He accelerated even more. His penis, testicles, and perineum electrified. When the electricity reached my anus, it became frenzied and started giving spasms, opening and closing frantically and squeezing the member that struggled to enter and leave it. I screamed louder, the spasms became too much. At one point he took his cock out of me, quickly removed the condom and entered again, taking advantage of the space given by the spasm. He gave me cock faster and faster and more and more and more, I came again while having my first anal orgasm and he, in a triumphant cry as a man over a transvestite girl that was me, ended with an irrepressible orgasm. I felt the power of his seven jets inside my rectum, each one accompanied by a deeper penetration but at the same time more spaced out. In the seventh thrust, he kissed me tasty with tongue and finally collapsed on top of me. I felt all his weight deliciously. Then he rolled over to the side and we both sank into a deep sleep due to the exhaustion of this transvestite and man marathon sex. Perhaps thirty minutes passed. I noticed a movement in bed, better waking up, I saw that he was standing on the bed, with his feet at my shoulder level. I saw him from his feet up like a giant over me. He was masturbating and just as I opened my eyes well, I felt him coming and from above, a new hot semen splashed onto my face and eyes. -Hello, this is how I wanted to wake you up- he said. He got off the bed. We kissed and we took advantage of feeling the salty taste of his cum, thick and light, which we washed away with our tongues. -Let's take a bath- punctuated while getting up and heading to the adjacent bathroom, opening the shower key. I sat on the bed, untied the straps in my beautiful women's sandals, lovely witnesses that had accompanied me in this delicious moment and dressed like a real girl. I put on pink plush slippers with medium heel and hard sole that showed off my fingers. I walked towards the bathroom feeling feminine in that soft footwear, and as I did, I felt the potent heat in my hole from that intense deflowering day, and as the hard soles of my slippers bounced against my heels, I felt a thread of semen mixed with blood from my lost anal virginity, which came out of my hole and caused a tasty tickle on my pubic area, while wetting my stockings. I arrived at the shower, undressed, put the curtain aside, and he was wet and shining. I entered and knelt in front of him. -My love, you know what they say: a transvestite without giving a blow job is not a transvestite. And after the delicious screwing you gave me, obvious that I'll suck your cock with madness, my love, this blow job will be tasty and you'll cum on my girl's face, my little slut since today and forever.
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