Here I am, in sheer black lingerie, sitting on the edge of the bed in the dim light. With a cigarette between my red lips, I slowly take a long drag. Warm smoke drifts gently from my mouth as I cross my legs, letting the black lace caress my skin. My push-up bra lifts my breasts; theyâre practically spilling outâheavy and tempting. My tiny black thong is already damp against my penis-clitoris, which is slowly swelling. I smoke while swaying my hips slightly, as if dancing while seated. My long-nailed fingers trail down my thigh, then slowly back up, grazing the edge of my thong without quite touching it. I feel my clit throbbing beneath the fabric; it hardens more with every puff of the cigarette. I take another, deeper drag and let out a soft sigh. My free hand caresses my belly, moving up to my breasts, which I gently squeeze through the lace. My nipples are hard as little diamonds. Iâm a horny trans gaygurl: sexy black lingerie, a cigarette between my lips, a body already craving pleasure. My bussy starts twitching on its own, impatient. I feel myself getting wet in my thong; my penis-clito presses against the lace, leaving a small damp spot. Itâs almost 3 a.m.âĻ I keep smoking slowly, legs slightly parted now, smoke curling from my lips as I caress my breasts more boldly. Iâm a walking temptationâa little trans slut waiting for the clock to strike three so I can finally touch myself like a female dog in heat. Just a few more minutesâĻ Iâm ready. So ready.đĻđđšâī¸đ đ
