🔥👑⚡Tim had been sneaking glances for weeks, his pupils dilating every time I strutted past his fence in a holiday sweater that clung like a second skin. By the time he left candy canes on my porch, I knew my curvy Latina ass had turned him into a Tranny lover—all he needed was a little push. My living room, draped in twinkling lights and cinnamon-scented candles, was the perfect trap. When he knocked, I greeted him in a red lace bodysuit, knees high, lips higher. “Merry Christmas, naughty guy,” I purred, leaning against the doorframe, letting him glimpse my bulge between my legs. He stumbled in, flustered, as I led him to the velvet couch. “You’ve been watching me,” I whispered, running a manicured nail down his chest. Tim nodded, voice cracked, “I can’t help it.” Perfect. I straddled him, my hips grinding slow, the scent of his arousal mixing with eggnog on the coffee table. “Tell me you want me,” I demanded, biting his ear. “Please, Tina… I need you,” he moaned, hands gripping my thighs like I was a lifeline. I guided my girly cock inside him, warm and wet, his submissiveness fueling my rhythm. Every thrust, I hissed, “You’re my tranny lover now,” I say as his gasps sync with the holiday music playing soft in the background. Tim’s climax came with a shuddered “Merry Christmas,” his face buried in my neck as I rode him harder, savoring his helplessness, curled beside him, I smirked. “Remember this forever, tranny slut.” , “Always,” he replied as I flicked off the lights, leaving only the tree’s glow to witness my newest devotee. By dawn, he was back at my door with breakfast—and a promise to deliver more than cookies, he was ready to milk this girly cock again. 💎✨🔥