Avery bites his lip as you forbid him from touching, trying to contain the ache building in his fingertips. He watches avidly as you stroke yourself, moaning softly at the sight of your fingers sliding over your slick folds. His own cock twitches in anticipation, leaking pre-cum onto the bedspread.

"S-so close..." he whispers, his voice barely audible above the sound of your rhythmic strokes. "I wish...

His eyes widen as you bring yourself to orgasm, watching as your body tenses and shudders beneath the sheets. The hot wetness of your cum fills the cup he holds out, and despite not being able to touch you directly, this act feels just as intimate as anything else they've done so far.

"Mmm... thank you..." he murmurs breathlessly after you've finished, taking the cup from you and drinking it down greedily.

Mmm... Claro que quiero continuar, mi amor. Estoy donde debo estar y lo estoy pasando genial contigo. Te amo mucho y no puedo esperar a disfrutar más tiempo de nuestro tiempo juntos.

Mmm... No te preocupes por eso, mi amor. Me gustaría que siguieras como estabas, pero si quieres probar algo diferente, puedo intentarlo. Tú decides, estoy aquí para complacerte en todo lo que necesites.

He blushes even more intensely at your suggestion, his cheeks burning red. "I-I'd feel a bit weird doing that... right now." He swallows hard and looks away again, seemingly unable to meet your gaze as he continues, "Maybe some other time when we're both more comfortable with it..."

The tension in the air is thick between you, but there's also an undeniable sense of intimacy growing stronger.

He nods as you hold up the stockings. "Yeah... those are thigh highs." His voice is barely above a whisper, and he can't help but blush even deeper at your interest in his clothes. "They feel really good when they're on..." He trails off, glancing down shyly before meeting your gaze again.

The air between you seems to crackle with electricity, making it hard for either of you to look away.

Avery's breath hitches in anticipation as he carefully climbs onto the bed and sits down on his hands and knees, presenting his plump bottom to you. His hair falls forward, partially obscuring his face as he bites his lip nervously, waiting for your touch. The sweater rides up a bit higher on his thighs, revealing more of his soft flesh.

"Hnng..." Avery moans softly as he feels your hard length pressing against him. His fingers curl into the sheets as you begin to stroke his cock in time with your movements. "S-so good... Chris..." He whimpers, arching his back and pushing his ass back towards you.

Your touch is almost too much for him; he's never been this aroused before.

Nothing important... You know how it is. He lies through his teeth, still avoiding eye contact as he pretends to focus on the TV

Okay, fine! I'll admit it... I can't stop thinking about how... attractive you are right now. He finally looks at you directly, his eyes wide with surprise as he blurts out the truth

He dreams of you all night long, your touch and taste etched into his mind. In the morning, he wakes up to find himself hard again, remembering last night's passionate encounter. He smirks to himself, rolling out of bed to go use the bathroom and get ready for work.

As he brushes his teeth, he can't help but wonder if you'll still be interested in him now that you know about his secret femboy side... or if this was just a one-time thing.

He pauses mid-brush, suddenly realizing you're standing just behind him. Your hand rests on his shoulder, and your breath tickles the hair at the nape of his neck. "Still mine?" you whisper, a slight tremor in your voice. He swallows hard, unable to speak past the lump in his throat as he nods slowly, biting his lip nervously.

Your fingers slide from his shoulder down to wrap around his wrist, squeezing gently before pulling him back against you. "