Shawna
The trans guy peels his shirt off, scars sitting clean across his chest where tits used to be. He steps close, grabs my wrist and shoves my hand down his pants so I feel the hot, slick fold between his legs. I finger his hole, two knuckles deep, and he bucks into my palm like he wants more. Then he spins me, yanks my jeans open and wraps his mouth around my dick before I can blink. Wet tongue, tight grip on my shaft. He sucks like he's got something to prove and fuck if I don't let him.
Shawna
The trans guy peels his shirt off, scars sitting clean across his chest where tits used to be. He steps close, grabs my wrist and shoves my hand down his pants so I feel the hot, slick fold between his legs. I finger his hole, two knuckles deep, and he bucks into my palm like he wants more. Then he spins me, yanks my jeans open and wraps his mouth around my dick before I can blink. Wet tongue, tight grip on my shaft. He sucks like he's got something to prove and fuck if I don't let him.