BEAUTIFUL SHEMALE CUMS AND MAKES HER LOVER COME (CUMSHOT)

Alicia slinked into the dimly lit room, her towering heels clicking purposefully on the hardwood floor. She was a vision of female perfection, with flawless caramel skin, full, pouty lips, and eyes that sparkled with mischief. But there was something that set her apart from other women – a thick, throbbing Phallus that swung heavily between her shapely thighs.

Her lover, Mark, reclined on the bed, his eyes roving hungrily over her body as she approached. Alicia licked her lips, savoring the anticipation building in the air. She needed this, needed to plunge into his tight, wet heat and feel him quivering beneath her.

“Hello, lover,” she purred, slipping off her lacy lingerie to reveal her incredible body. Mark’s eyes widened as his gaze traveled over her full breasts, trimmed pubic region, and of course, the impressive bulge at her groin.

Alicia joined him on the bed, a predator poised to claim her prey. She stroked his chest, her long, manicured nails gently scratching his skin. Mark shivered in anticipation, his breath coming faster. “I want you inside me,” he breathed.

She crawled over him, positioning herself at his entrance. He could feel the heat radiating from her, could smell the musk of her arousal. Slowly, torturously, she pressed into him, the flared head of her member demanding entrance. Mark moaned, his head falling back as she slowly filled him, stretching him around her imposing girth.

Once she was fully sheathed inside him, she paused, letting him adjust to the unfamiliar sensation. Mark could feel every ridge, every vein as her heavy crotch pressed against his buttocks. The sensation of fullness, of being completely possessed, was divine. He had never felt so complete.

Then Alicia began to move, drawing back until just the tip remained inside him before plunging forward again. Mark cried out, his nails digging into the sheets as pleasure blasted through him. Alicia set a relentless pace, her shiny shaft drilling into him again and again. The obscene sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, punctuated by their moans and cries of ecstasy.

Mark looked up at Alicia, his eyes glassy with lust. Her breasts bounced with every thrust, sweat glistening on her skin. She was a vision, a god, taking him to heights he had never known. His hands roamed her body, caressing every curve, every hollow.

As Alicia pounded into him, Mark felt a tightening in his belly, a pressure building deep inside. His own member slapped against his belly with every thrust, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Alicia reached down, wrapping a hand around his aching cock, stroking him in time with her hips. The added stimulation was too much for Mark and with a wordless yell, his orgasm crashed over him. His cock jerked in her hand, thick ribbons of cum painting his chest and belly.

The sight of Mark lost in ecstasy, his lover’s seed marking his beautiful body, sent Alicia over the edge. With a guttural moan, she thrust deep one last time, holding Mark in place as her cock pulsed and twitched inside him. Mark could feel the heat of her release, could feel his insides growing sticky and wet as she poured herself into him.

They remained connected for long moments, gasping and shuddering as the aftershocks of their orgasms rolled through them. Finally, Alicia withdrew, her spend trickling out of Mark’s abused hole. They collapsed together on the bed, limbs tangling as they struggled to catch their breath.

Mark murmured his lover’s name, pressing a kiss to Alicia’s damp skin. She smiled, brushing sweat-soaked hair from his forehead. In that moment, they were perfect, whole, complete in each other’s embrace. The world outside the bedroom ceased to exist, their own little bubble of love and lust cocooning them from reality.

As the quiet ticked by, Mark could feel his fatigue creeping in. His eyelids grew heavy, Alicia’s even breathing lulling him to sleep. He made one last attempt to stay awake, clinging to the fading post-coital glow that suffused him. It was no use though, and he slipped under, warm, fuzzy oblivion pulling him under like a heavy blanket.

He knew, somewhere in the depths of sleep, that he would be alright. That his beautiful, amazing lover would be there when he needed her, their passion and love binding them together. And in that knowledge, Mark smiled as he drifted off, dreams of exploring their bodies and finding new heights of pleasure together filling his mind.