Sexy And Horny T Girl Getting Fucked In The Ass

Title: “A Hard Sell: Rough Tgirl Analingus”

In the throbbing heart of the city, in a dimly lit room with a stylish red wine bar, there’s a girl, er, let’s call her Rebel. Rebel’s got a secret – well, a couple, but the biggie is that she’s a proud Tgirl, a sassy tranny packing a girl’s assets alongside business-class equipment. It’s not an easy life, being transgender, but damn if Rebel doesn’t own it.

One evening, as Rebel’s leaning over the bar in a sparkling purple bralette and black booty shorts, a good-looking stranger slides up to her side. “You see, I’m free all evening,” he purrs. “Maybe you’d like to take advantage of that?” His eyes rove over Rebel’s curves appreciatively.

Rebel smirks. He’s smooth, this one, but he’s right about one thing – she does love evening advantages. “Let’s take this party somewhere private, shall we?” She leads him to the back room, swaying her hips just so.

Once behind closed doors, the veneer of gentleman fades. The stranger grabs Rebel’s ass, gripping hard. “You want this?” His voice is ragged animal hunger. He kneads her spectacular butt, thrusting his hips against her.

Rebel may be a lady, even a third-wave feminist, but damn, that rough handling gets her engine purring. “God, yes!” She whirls to face him, attacking his mouth, biting at his lips hard enough to draw blood, or at least a scowl. Their embrace is a clash of wills in the most primal form.

They stumble through some half-removed clothing – any article flexible enough to slip over the swell of her tits or the jut of his hips – and end up collapsing together in a tangle of limbs on the couch. He’s kissing down her chest now, his teeth grazing her nipple through a starched lace bra. Goosebumps wash over her skin, nipples hardening against the fabric.

“Wait,” Rebel gasps, pushing him back. “Let me get these off.”

She unclasps her bralette and whips it away with a flourish, revealing high, proud nipples. “Like what you see?”

Her lover’s gulp is answer enough. He’s on her again, this time suckling fiercely at her breasts, pinching and squeezing. The sensation zips straight to her centre, she might be dripping already.

“More,” she begs. “I need more.” rebel shimmies out of her booty shorts, revealing lacy panties. Even through the delicate fabric, the tent in his pants is obvious.

He moves to shove the panties aside, revealing a pretty pink pussy already slick with need.

“Oh yes,” he groans, head descending. He licks a long, slow stripe up her slit, savoring the taste. Rebel bucks against his mouth. When he slips a finger inside, her back arches clean off the couch.

This is what Rebel needs – raw, rutting sex, no frills. Just friction and wet heat and the slick slide of tongue and cock.

“Don’t stop,” Rebel pleads. She reaches down to wind her fingers in his hair, pushing his face harder against her cunt. She grinds her hips, fucking his mouth with desperate, sloppy rhythm.

The climax tears through her seemingly out of nowhere, conflated bursts of light and electric pleasure. She cries out, nails gripping his skull hard enough to sting.

As she flops back, panting, he strips off his pants fully, revealing an impressively thick cock. “Ready for more?”

Always. Rebel rolls over, presenting her spectacular ass. “Come and get it.”

He needs no further invitation. Grabbing her hips, he sinks inside, shoving deep in one brutal thrust. Rebel keens at the abrupt clench and stretch. She is so, so full.

“Harder,” she grits out between clenched teeth. “Fuck me like you mean it!”

He obliges, pounding into her with deep, drilling thrusts that have her entire body rocking. The wet slap of flesh echoes obscenely.

Somewhere between rhythmic grunts and slack-jawed panting, she remembers her favorite toy. “Vibrator.” It’s all she can manage. “Top… right draw…”

She feels him pause, breath hot on her neck as he fumbles the toy. Then the buzz against her clit draws a shriek from her throat. simultaneous pressure of his cock in her ass and the toy on her clit blasts the remaining fog from her head.

Nothing left but taut skin and bucking bones as they chase the finish line. Her second orgasm crashes over her like a rogue wave, stealing her breath and bowing her back. Distantly, she feels him still, cock pulsing in hitching thrusts.

They collapse together in a sweaty heap, ribbons of sheen on their skin, torsoes heaving for air. For a minute, there is only the sound of their gasps hanging in the air between them.