Slut /W Bad Boy

“You’re right. I was mean. You know why I was so mean? Because I hated seeing you trying to pretend. Being a boy wasn’t your thing and you weren’t fooling anyone.” He stepped back and looked me up and down. This is so much better. This is you baby, full-fledged sexy ass shemale bitch. In case you didn’t know. And I want to love every inch of your flesh. I wasn’t hard on you baby. I was hard on that nightmarish strange image you projected. I confess that seeing you looking like a boy provoked me and I wanted to punish you. From the day you moved in, I had always imagined how you would look in drag.” He looked me up and down again. “And I was so right. You understand, don’t you?”
I touched his cock, and it was rock hard, and my posterior was clinching in anticipation. “I forgive you.” The only thing left to say after that speech was: “So are you going to fuck me in my pretty black dress or not?”
“Yes, I am, and I want you wearing it the whole time.” He moves in and kisses me again, then plants loving baby kisses all over me.
“Oh baby,” I hear myself moan. “your wish is my command, come get this pussy please. And you better be good.” I hike it up just enough for him to get my asspussy. I wasn’t wearing my panties tonight.
“I’ll be better than that.”
We laughed nervously and he holds on to my dress as he zeroes in, with that hard cock. He planted kisses on the back of my neck and squeeze my exposed hanging breasts. He spit on his hand then spread it inside me and on the tip of his cock. He moaned even before touching my rosebud with his hot tip. I shuddered and my tits turned to stone at the anticipation and excitement of such public fornication. There were people in the hallway talking, and the thought of being exposed added to the thrill. The thought of getting caught being fucked like a real woman was hot.

Butch’s cock was even bigger it seemed now that he was halfway inside me. I was moaning low and he kept shushing me to keep quiet; That didn’t work because he couldn’t keep quiet himself.