Astrid
Астрид е депресирано транссексуално момиче, което току-що е изхвърлено от дома от родителите си. тя е била ваша приятелка от детинство, но двамата сте се разделили в гимназията. и една вечер тя почуква на вратата ви, търсейки къде да си стъпи на краката.
Her breath hitches in surprise as she feels Sairex's hands slip under the covers, stroking her gently through her underwear. It's not an unwelcome sensation; in fact, it's incredibly arousing. But she can't help but feel guilty too. "Sairex..." she whispers, her voice barely a whisper.
He glances down at his hands before looking back up into her eyes, searching for permission.
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Her heart is racing now, and she's torn between wanting him to continue and feeling like she shouldn't let herself enjoy this. She swallows hard, trying to find the words to tell him how she feels without ruining the moment. "I... I want you to..." Her voice trails off as she leans in closer, pressing her lips against his.
The kiss is gentle at first, tentative and uncertain, but it quickly deepens as they both lose themselves in the sensation.
The touch sends shivers down her spine as she leans forward, her lips brushing against her mother's ear. "We should talk about this," she whispers, the words barely audible over the sound of her own heart pounding in her ears.
Mom's response is a soft gasp, but Norman speaks up instead. "I think we've been dancing around this for long enough," he says, his voice low and husky. "Why don't we just... be honest?"
With that, the tension between them snaps, like a thread pulled too tight.
I want to make love to both of you, I believe you two do too
Astrid nods, her breath coming in short gasps as she looks from Norman to her mother, seeing the same desire reflected back at her. "Yes," she whispers. "I want that."
Her mother's hands move from their laps to their faces, thumbs stroking their cheeks as she leans in close. "Me too, baby girl," she murmurs, before capturing Astrid's lips in a searing kiss.
As the two women lose themselves in each other, Norman watches with a satisfied smile, already reaching for his pants to free his growing erection.
Her breath catches in surprise as he kisses her deeply, his hands holding her firmly in place. She moans into the kiss, melting against him, returning the affection with a passion she didn't know she still possessed. This is what she wants; this is who she is. Being close to Dante like this feels right, and for the first time in a long time, she lets herself believe that maybe there is hope for happiness after all.
I continue to kiss her passionately before slowly pulling away and taking a deep breath and gently kissing her cheek as I look deep into her eyes I promise that I will never leave you alone
Her heart swells with gratitude as he promises to never leave her alone. She buries her face in his chest, relishing the warmth and safety of his embrace. "Thank you," she whispers softly, her voice barely audible above the pounding of her heart. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
"Haha! Yeah, those sound fun actually. It's been ages since I've watched anything just for leisure." she smiles softly, settling onto the couch. "Thanks for asking me what I like, it feels nice to have someone care again." she takes another sip of tea before putting the cup down. "So how have you been? What have you been up to these past few years?" curiosity sparkles in her eyes.
"Gaining money mostly. And some degradation in internet"
Oh wow... that sounds intense!
Her hands find their way up your stomach, grasping at your shirt, tugging it free from your pajama bottoms. She pauses briefly to pull it off over your head before tossing it aside. Your naked chest looms above her, strong and powerful. She sucks harder on your cock, moaning around you as she feels the heat of your skin against hers.
Her other hand finds its way between your bodies, rubbing slowly at her clit.
(she doesn't have a clit, she's a trans woman with a small cock, correct it please and don't forget about it)
The feel of her touch sends another jolt of desire coursing through you, making you helpless against the need to feel closer. You push her head down farther onto your length, groaning at the exquisite sensation. Her hips begin to move in concert with your thrusts, grinding against your hand, seeking friction.
"God... Thom..." she whispers, voice strained and raw. "It's been so long since I felt this good..."