The Best – Sex With The Shemale Vol.2

In the sultry swelter of a retro boudoir, affirmative consent was whispered as fingers tangled through golden tresses of a statuesque blonde goddess. Her pert nipples stiffened, eagerly awaiting wicked worship from agile appendages. The best part? This shemale was packing some serious heat below her pert ass.

“Mmm, Mistress…” she purred huskily, her lips brushing against creamy earlobes as ambrosial aromas of jasmine and jojoba swirled around the boudoir. “I need that big, juicy sausage in my tight, pink hole.”

Eyes sparkling with mischief, she gripped her member, prodding it between plump, bracelet-clad buttocks. “Like this, baby doll? Stuff that throbbing cockmeat balls deep, making slaves out of you and your audience…”*smirk*

Biting back a moan, the blonde rolled onto her back. From her womb to her brow, she was an ecstatic canvas of naked, knotted satin, nipples like bullets, quivering for wanton sucking. And between her legs, an alluring delta of golden curls framed a super-soaker of a penis, powerfully pigeoned, broad at the base.

“Are you ready to worship my cock?” she asked with a knowing wink. “It’s had plenty of practice, getting me ready.” Her voice was a throaty growl, dripping with decadence and deviance.

Trembling with aureate anticipation, the blonde beauty parted her carmine-lipped labia with slender fingers. Winking wetly, her honeycomb invited reverential exploration. And no inch was too small for worship; not even the taut, pulse-quickening sinews feeding into the lush blonde forest of her pubic mane.

“Oh, the best part…” she whispered with cloying coyness. “Is when you worship both my pussies, naughty boy. In and out, again and again, until you’re begging to knock me up.”

Emotionally spent and physically aching, the blonde was a symphony of purrs and mewls as worship-eager lips grazed every inch of her golden glory. More than just her blonde bush and button-like nipples were drenched; even her navel was slick with body oils. Worshipping her female flesh, the shemale’s own penis neared a powerful eruption.

“That’s it, naughty boy…” she gasped, “worship my wet, pink fuckpillow. The ballcracker, taint, and jimmies all ache for your feverish tongue.” She massaged the brine-dusted root of her shaft, teasing plump purple glans.

Suddenly, the blonde shemale scooted closer, locking knees under her swanlike neck, bringing her dripping snatch to the edge of the blonde’s straining shaft. “This is when the REAL celebration starts,” she growled. “Gonna impale myself on your thick shemale width, show you the meaning of TRUE pleasure. Now take my exquisite blonde ass, and get ready for a wild ride!”

With a single, deft insertion, the blonde was baptized by the delicious torment of her shemale lover’s eager asshole. Combusting euphoria detectives, pulsing down her spine, joined at the cock.

“Oh, you sexy little milf!” the shemale crooned, grinding her powerful hips in sensual circles. “Plow me into the mattress with your beastly blonde pole, fuck me into next week!”

Her order was obeyed, of course. With steadfast, pounding thrusts, the blonde pierced her lover, again and again. But it wasn’t enough. She needed every molecule of this goddess’ body enveloped, commandeered by her raging shemale endowment.

“Mmm, you want to be showered in my tearful essence? My throbbing cock pulsing at the base of your spine, my ballsack stewing between your clenching cheeks?” the shemale mused, her tone a delirious growl. “Then take me, you debonair debaucher!”

It was a furious, frenzied fuck, bodies clashing in time with the shemale’s frantic thrusts. The blonde’s own shemale phallus pulsed, her skin flushing rosy with impending orgasm. “That’s it, Mistress. Pound my pussy like it’s a cheap thrill carnival ride, all buttoned up and twisted tight with anticipation.”

Thick, creamy rivulets spilled between the blonde’s ass cheeks as she was flooded by the shemale’s headlong gushing. “Yes, yes, yes!” the shemale chanted, as everything from her knees to her lagging penis shuddered in rapturous release.

“Impaled…simply impaled,” the blonde gasped, her body stretching like melted butter around the shemale’s throbbing girth. “Gonna make you my baby daddy. Can’t you just feel me? Dripping from your crown to root, in my clutching depths and surging veins, in my tender folds and swollen glands…”

She squeezed rhythmically, milking the blonde’s charging balls, suckling their contents into her belly. “Oh fuck yes, Mistress,” she corroborated, “you’re inseminating me like a cum-bloated cow. Flooding my womb with your super seed,” she mewled, warbling with the force of her own impending explosion.

And explode they did, their bodies writhing in sync. Torrents of salty shemale spunk spurted, projectile painting the blonde’s ravenous womb crimson, while her own shemale phallus blasted a warm splash of goddess-milk onto a lewdly thrust out tongue.

“Fuck,” the blonde gasped, collapsing into a satiated heap. “You don’t know how badly I needed that.” Her muscles still twitched with aftershocks of hedonistic ecstasy.

“Anytime, Mistress,” the shemale grinned, “you know I’m always ready to please.”

And they both knew, this was but a taste of the fevered fuck-fest to come, The Best of Sex With The Shemale Vol. 2. Let the depraved celebrations begin!