✨💜 He always fixated on my Big boobs, his eyes devouring the swell as he slipped into my dim living room, a pathetic, eager glint in his gaze. Mark, my average-looking neighbor, worshipped every inch of my statuesque, curvaceous body. My ample chest, my smooth, powerful thighs, but most of all, my big lady cock. “Tina,” he’d whisper, already on his knees, hands trembling as they reached for my silk robe. I let him part it, revealing the magnificent, hardened beauty of my shaft. He craved my hardness, the way I commanded him. His tongue would trace the length of my girly cock, a desperate pilgrim, before I allowed him to take this hard tranny cock deep. He’d whimper, begging for more, for my full, masculine thrusts, his mouth a hot, wet cavern around me. His wife was out of town, a perfect excuse for his nightly devotion. He needed my tcock, needed to feel its power, needed to be used by me. I’d grab his hair, pulling him closer, my fingers digging into his scalp as I plunged deeper, riding his insatiable hunger. He was entirely mine, a willing slave to my sexual needs. One night, the sharp buzz of his phone pierced the heavy air as i filled his mouth up with my thick gooey lady cum, – a text from his wife: “Lights are on. Home in five.” The frantic scramble, the whispered goodbyes, the thrill of being so close to discovery only intensified his desperate submission. He left, trembling, promising to return. He always did. He needed my ladycock too much not to. 💜✨