Visiting tranny Ray’s house
The voyeur found himself standing in the shadows of a quaint Korean neighborhood, eyes fixed on a brightly lit window across the street. His heart pounded with anticipation as he peered through a pair of high-powered binoculars, the adrenaline of illicit gratification already coursing through his veins. He licked his lips in anticipation, adjusting his glasses to get a better view. There, in a small second-story room, was the object of his desire: Ray, the most delectable Korean tranny to ever grace the streets of Seoul. And tonight, the viewer was in for a real treat.
Ray lounged on the bed, her petite yet voluptuous frame draped in a sheer silk slip. Her hair cascaded over her shoulders in waves of onyx, contrasting beautifully with her cream-like skin. As she stretched languidly, her plump breasts strained against the delicate fabric, revealing pert, pink nipples already hardened with arousal. She was the vision of femininity and desire, a woman born with the body of a goddess and the soul of a dirty whore.
Reaching over to her bedside table, Ray picked up a sleek silver vibrator, trailing it teasingly over her body. She let out a soft moan as the toy skimmed over her collarbone, down to theolls of her breasts. Her free hand reached up to caress herself, pinching and tugging at her nipples. She continued her sensual exploration, the vibrator leaving a trail of saliva between her ample breasts and down the taut muscles of her abdomen.
The voyeur was breathless, his cock straining against the confines of his pants. He could feel his precum dampening his boxers as he watched Ray spread her thighs, revealing the glistening folds of her pussy. She teased herself with the vibrator, pressing it against her clit and moaning wantonly. Her pussy was smooth and hairless, shaved bare save for a small patch of hair above her clit, the traditional Korean style.
Maintaining eye contact with her audience, Ray slid the thick toy inside her, sighing in pleasure as she filled herself up. In and out she fucked her slick hole, her hips rolling sensually. Her free hand reached down to press against her stomach, feeling the vibrator thrumming inside her. She moaned louder, her body beginning to writhe as she fucked herself harder, the wet sounds of her pussy filling the room.
The viewer could feel his own pace quickening, his hand pumping his rock hard shaft in time with Ray’s rhythm. He watched transfixed as she pulled the vibrator out, gingerly pressing it against one glistening nipple. The sensation made her gasp, her back arching off the bed. She rolled her hips, pressing the other nipple with her slick fingers. Her pussy was weeping, leaking arousal down the slopes of her ass and pooling on the sheets below.
With a mischievous grin, Ray stretched out on her stomach, lifting her ass in the air. She reached back with the vibrator, teasing it over her puckered hole. The voyeur groaned, his cock pulsing in his fist as he watched her slowly press the toy inside. Her asshole stretched around the thick shaft, grabbing it greedily. She continued to push it in, deeper and deeper, until she had it buried to the hilt. Her pussy gaped open, slick and shiny in the light.
Ray began to rock back and forth, riding the vibrator in her ass. Her heavy breasts swung beneath her, slapping against her stomach with each thrust. Her moans grew louder, more wanton, as she fucked herself harder and faster. She reached beneath her to press to fingers into her soaked cunt, her pussy squeezing them tightly.
The voyeur could hold back no longer, his climax overtaking him. He stroked furiously, rope after rope of cum spurting from his cock, landing on the dirty pavement beneath him. He watched through blurred vision as Ray cried out, her orgasm overtaking her. Her cunt spasmed around her fingers, gushing with her release. Her asshole clenched around the vibrator, milking it for every last sensation.
Ray collapsed onto her bed, her body spent and satisfied. She reached for her hand mirror, admiring her reflection. She was flushed and glowing, the very picture of lust incarnate. She smiled at herself, knowing she had a special visitor tonight – and that he had enjoyed himself immensely. She winked at her audience, blowing a kiss to her unknown voyeur.
As the voyeur gathered himself, straightening his clothing and tucking himself away, he couldn’t help but smile to himself. He knew he would be seeing more of Ray soon – after all, a man could never get enough of a good thing. With a final glance through his binoculars, he saw Ray picking up a phone, a knowing smirk on her lips. It appeared their clandestine encounter was far from over.
