In the dim glow of the city lights filtering through the curtains, Elena stood before the mirror, her reflection a testament to her journey. At 28, she was a vision of grace, her body a canvas of soft curves and feminine allure. Her skin was like polished silk, breasts full and firm with pale pink areolas that begged for touch. Below, her labia were plump and tender, guarding the tight, warm depths of her vagina—a gift from her transition, a crossdresser’s dream realized through courage and science. She had embraced her transgender identity fully, leaving behind the remnants of her past self.
Alex, her lover of two years, watched from the bed, his eyes tracing the moonlight-kissed lines of her body. He was 30, strong and gentle, always supportive of her path. Tonight, the air was thick with anticipation, scented with jasmine from the candles flickering nearby.
Elena turned, her hips swaying seductively as she approached. ‘You’ve been waiting for me,’ she whispered, her voice a sultry murmur like a midnight lover’s sigh. Alex nodded, pulling her close. Their lips met in a kiss that tasted of sweet wine and longing, tongues dancing with salty-sweet fervor.
Foreplay began slowly. Alex’s hands roamed her body, fingers tracing the fine texture of her skin, warm and smooth under his palms. He cupped her breasts, thumbs circling the shallow pink areolas, feeling her nipples harden like ripe berries. Elena moaned softly, the sound a breathy gasp that echoed in the quiet room. She reached down, her hand finding his cock, already semi-erect, veins pulsing under the skin as it swelled to full hardness, the head turning purple-red and glistening with pre-cum that carried a faint, musky tang.
‘Turn around, my love,’ Alex murmured, his voice husky. Elena complied, bending over the bed, her ass presented invitingly. The scent of her arousal filled the air—a mix of sweet musk and feminine essence. Alex positioned himself behind her, his cock pressing against her plump labia. He teased her clit, swollen and sensitive, with his fingers, eliciting wet, slick sounds as her juices coated him.
The insertion was deliberate, slow. His cockhead parted her labia, sliding into the tight, wet heat of her vagina. Inch by inch, he was swallowed, the inner walls gripping him with velvety friction, folds rippling like warm waves. Elena gasped, the sensation of being filled sending shivers through her—his girth stretching her, the heat of his skin against her slickness. As he thrust deeper, he hit the cervix, a firm barrier that yielded slightly, creating a depth that felt like merging souls.
The rhythm built: slow at first, each withdrawal pulling at her walls with a wet suck, then faster plunges that slapped flesh against flesh, echoing wetly. Elena’s breaths came in pants, her moans rising in pitch. The air smelled of sweat and sex, a heady cocktail.
High tide approached. Her breathing quickened, vagina walls fluttering with pre-spasms, love juices flooding warmer and thicker. Then climax crashed: her body trembled violently, vagina contracting like a fist, squeezing his cock in rhythmic pulses that milked him. She screamed, a raw, ecstatic cry, muscles tensing then melting into bliss. Fluids sprayed in hot spurts, mixing with his pre-cum’s saltiness. In the afterglow, her vagina pulsed gently, their combined essences sticky and warm, her cervix echoing soft throbs, a profound satisfaction binding them.
They collapsed, entangled, whispers of affection filling the air as they caught their breath. But desire reignited soon. Elena straddled him, facing him, her breasts bouncing gently. ‘My turn to ride you,’ she purred, her eyes gleaming with mischief.
Foreplay resumed with kisses, her tongue tasting the sweat on his neck—salty and masculine. She guided his cock to her entrance, labia parting eagerly. Sinking down, the swallow was exquisite: his shaft enveloped in her tight, slick sheath, inner folds caressing every vein, the head nudging her cervix with each descent. The scent of their mingled arousal intensified, musky and intoxicating.
She rocked, varying pace—slow grinds that stirred deep friction, then rapid bounces with wet slaps and squelches. Alex groaned, hands on her hips, feeling her skin’s heat. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone, sparks of pleasure building.
Orgasm built languidly: breaths ragged, walls twitching, fluids pooling. Peak hit with a shuddering wave: full-body quake, vagina clamping fiercely, squeezing in waves that drew out his release. She wailed, love juices gushing, tasting of sweet nectar on his skin. After, gentle throbs lingered, bodies slick with warmth, souls intertwined in euphoric haze.
Exhausted yet insatiable, they moved to the bathroom. Under the shower’s warm cascade, water beaded on Elena’s curves like diamonds. The steam carried their scents—sweat, cum, and soap’s clean floral note.
‘One more time,’ Alex whispered, pressing her against the tiled wall from behind. Foreplay in the spray: his fingers exploring her labia, slick with water and renewed arousal, her moans mingling with the water’s patter.
Insertion again: his cock sliding into her vagina, the wet heat amplified by the shower. Slow entry, friction heightened by the angle, walls writhing around him. He thrust steadily, building to fervent pounds, bodies slapping wetly, echoes amplifying the symphony of gasps and flesh.
Climax crescendoed: her gasps turning to cries, walls spasming prelude, then explosive release—tremors shaking her, contractions vise-like, fluids mixing with water in hot streams. She screamed, ecstasy peaking in shudders, then fading to pulsing warmth, their essences blending in steamy bliss.
As the water cooled, they held each other, the night ending in tender embraces, their love a testament to acceptance and passion.
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