Translicious #03 - Scene 4

Mason's kicking back, phone out, scrolling in peace when Trans Foxxy plops down next to him with a bowl of ice cream and starts going at it like she’s on a mission. She’s making a whole show of it—long, slow licks, letting it melt just right. Next thing he knows she’s got a drip sliding down onto her tit, tongue chasing it all the way to the nipple. She catches him staring and grins. “Want some?” Hell yes. Translicious or not, that’s an invitation he’s not turning down. He leans in, tongue working over her skin, tasting sweet cream off her hard nipple, tracing lower over her stomach till he hits the good stuff. Her cock’s already waiting for him, a fat red cherry perched on the head like it belongs there. He sucks it off, then keeps going, slurping and licking every inch of her until she’s moaning and tugging at his hair. Not to be left out, she grabs his cock, drags it through the cold ice cream, and starts licking it clean off him—slow and filthy. Before long they’re both past teasing, bodies moving, cock pushing into her, deep and steady. They fuck on the couch, on the floor, back against the wall, wherever they land. He doesn’t hold back either—pulls out at the last second and unloads all over her tits and stomach, hot streaks landing everywhere. She’s grinning the whole damn time.