Futa on cuntboy

She noticed him a shy cuntboy lost in thought Her eyes traced his body a suggestion of ecstasy in her smile He blushed as she approached her shemale presence charged A gentle touch sent shivers down his body igniting a dormant fire Her voice hushed and seductive hinted at erotic pleasures He couldn't resist to her allure his desire rising The darkness was filled with longing a futa and her cuntboy connected Their forms danced in a rhythmic dance Bliss surged over them a torrent of feeling The cuntboy cried out her title as she pushed deeper The peak was overwhelming a shared eruption Later they lay in each other's embrace satiated Her fingers traced his cuntboy form a persistent yearning Our boy beamed a novel confidence in his gaze She smooched his temple a quiet promise of additional pleasures The moonbeams filtered through the glass illuminating their private instant He knew his being would never be the same Her existence was a continuous memory He desired her touch her shemale love Their narrative was just beginning a symphony of ecstasy and futa lust