Revealing the Secret World of gender bender tg

Midnight, crimson sheets, gender bender tg begins with silk restraints around delicate wrists. Blindfolded, every sensation is magnified. A feather teases her inner thighs; she whimpers “gender bender tg” instantly. When the vibrator finally presses against her clit she bucks, voice breaking on “Please gender bender tg, please!” The toy circles mercilessly while she begs “More gender bender tg, don’t stop gender bender tg!” Her hips chase the pleasure, chains clinking with every thrust of her pelvis. “I’m gender bender tg’s, only gender bender tg’s,” she sobs as the first orgasm rips through her, squirting onto the sheets. They don’t stop. Wave after wave crashes while she screams “gender bender tg screams “gender bender tg” until the word dissolves into raw, animal cries and her body collapses, soaked, spent, still whispering “gender bender tg” in worship.