Gorgeous Transsexual Stewardess Fucked Hard With Strapon
The Song of the Strapon Siren
Hear me, mortal man, and let me spin
A story of lust and love, the place sin combines.
Of strapons and stewardesses, of ladies who lead
And boys who bend, to serve their each want.
High within the sky, in cabins luxurious,
TheStrapon Singh, a sissy in sari skirts.
Her hips a-gyrate, her waist a-swing,
Baiting and tantalizing all that cross her by.
“Transgirl trainee,” she sings, “come hither younger man.
Let me present you pleasures you by no means knew earlier than.
Forget your cares, all these gender norms,
Come spend a while with the Princess of Bore.”
Her voice is good, her phrases are like a entice
Designed to lure in boys with assured caps.
“Leave your pants, keep in my lap,
A sissy in servitude to me is your map.”
The boy, as soon as courageous, now shakes with fright,
As fierce femdom steams forward, full of fireside, Riley’s may.
With “MyStrapon” vest, she reveals energy and style,
Brandishing her toy, Angel Smiles face.
Before the lad can flee or utter a phrase,
She pounces, pinning, all consent absurd.
“Kiss my soles,” she calls for, “and take my queen’s order!
Suck these strap-on curves like your first beer pourer.”
The deep groove middle, between thighs quivering,
Yields to the whimpering gentleman’s quaking tongue gliding.
Trans lady nirvana, as he moans and yearns,
Lσια siguientes of air mistress return candy.
Now within the toilet, she’s sporting solely shares & socks,
Pink and fluffy, hugging her legs, not her cocks.
A cock-shaped silicone phallus clenched between her enamel,
As she parades previous, shameless, chief.
“Get on the seat,” she instructions, brandishing the pretend dick,
There’s no escape from her overtick,
“No peeking,” she giggles, Before confession, dove-like chick!
“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?” she teases.
“Yes!” he squeaks, throat paralyzed in pressure and dread.
Then wham! The strap-on smacks his ass, and associates!
No extra fairly phrases, simply meat, a giant ol’ stringers hand!
The boy yelps and flails as his sissy’s “tail” stretches his gap.
Her thrust is fierce and relentless in its purpose.
“Take it, sissy, yes, you deserve it!” Trans lady raves,
As slender hips grind on, making her pushed slave.
“Who’s submissive now,” she gasps, sweat rolling,
“Nothing but my cock you’re kneeling for?”
She cunt craves greater than only one trans reduction.
“More, Sissy! Moan, be my anal thief!”
Her teen tag- οδηγίες pounded pink, throbbing with spanking,
Has gotten more durable than headlines calling for banning.
“Sorry sorry master!” he moans, “I’m a naughty boy!”
“Yes, and now it’s time for your anal joy.”
Mistress anus queen seizes his bulge onerous,
Humping downward with a aroused guard.
“I don’t hear pride,” She declares, “SING!”
Penis painted white, the cheese lady wins.
after she tucks again into her vest with satisfaction,
the sissy slave curled up like a weary baby,
“Well my darling,” She smiled in candy damnation,
“Your first Strapon Singh class has been a fine translation!”
“Meet me on the gate subsequent week,
Don’t be late, candy sinew you will search.
Virgins of six, all will take lesson:
From femdom mistress and strap-on goddess.”
Then with a kiss, and a wave goodbye,
The lady struts off underneath moonlit sky,
And the cross-dressed boy, spent and sore,
Daydreams till subsequent week he can rating.
