love hooking up with “gold star” twinks and femme boys (especially the pathetic kind with “I love cock” ephemera or similar emblazoned to their pride getup)
going from seducing them with my masculine frame to pinning them down whilst their aching dick strains and throbs upright
after defying their idiotic expectations: caressing their uncertainty about having never slept with a trans man before by reminding them I have a fat dick and a strong harness, it just lives in my bedside drawer.
then watching their faggy little mouth open and moan as I sink my hot wet hole down onto them.
still want that cock?
watching their eyes roll back as I grind myself onto them, feeling their dick twitch as they struggle to comprehend the hot gripping pillowy wetness that envelops it for the first time
didn’t think so.
my muscles flex as I pin them down and ride harder, the room filling with their needy, pitiful whimpers.
they cum, prematurely, of course. filling my hole, right up against my cervix, milked.
good boy. that was a little fast, but you did good. let’s see how well you can hold it in for daddy during round two.
