My wife has the sweetest cock.
The way she tucks it into her panties, the head just barely peeks out the elastic cinching her leg.
I lean down and lick at it until her length fattens and stiffens straight down the inside of her thigh.
Then there I am, my head under her skirt, sucking her salty syrup down my throat.
I gaze up past fabric rucked to her waist, past pink-tipped tits heaving,
to the tongue resting in the corner of swollen red lips.
Her hips rock that gorgeous knob until my throat clenches, my eyes water,
and her jizz dives to my belly.
I lick her clean, wind her softening dick into the taut hammock cradled between her thighs.
Damp satin slicks my thumb as I
smooth her skirt into place.
I love this. There is a serious need for more transsexual romance
Thanks, Julez!!
This was wonderful Fierce. Such a sensual flash, showing the caring side of him describing the loving he has for a wife with a difference.
Thank you, Naomi!
Lovely!
PLEASE keep doing this. I love the way it is so visual and kept me on edge thru the entire thing!! LOVE IT!
Thanks, Michelle, and I’m glad you stopped by =)
Your explicitly beautiful descriptions overwhelmed me with your creative writing talent. Every image was wonderful, but I like this one the best-“I gaze up past fabric rucked to her waist, pink-tipped tits heaving,
to the tongue resting in the corner of swollen red lips.
Her hips rock that gorgeous knob until my throat clenches, my eyes water,”
Thank you, Pablo! Best to you!
wow… Speechless! very good!!
Thank you, Jade. It rocks that you stopped by!