About me:
25 year old Transsexual from Mirema, Nairobi
He curved his fingers around my hip bone like I loved, teasing me with the dig of his fingertips. “The fact that your ass was on display for me. The way you jumped around on my knee…and rubbed your clit on me.” I took a sharp inhalation, and Dean shifted his fingers forward, stroking the top of my mound with the faintest touch. “The sound of my hand on you? That was sexy. The way you cried out, too. And when I hit your pussy…” After he said this, he ran his fingers lower. I parted my legs, the blanket and sheets falling away from us. “Did you like that?”
“Yes.” The spanking I was still pondering, but that, yes. That had done me in. Dean’s fingers crept between my folds, insistent, exploring. He pushed them inside and I moaned.
“You’re already wet. Dripping from us talking about it. I love how talking does this to you, gets you wet like this…”
I rolled backward into him, kicking my leg out and over his thigh to give him better access. Dean slid his arm between the mattress and my waist and hoisted me until I was almost on top of him. The fingers of his other hand sank in as far as they could. He clapped a hand over my breast and held me to him, his mouth hot on the top of my shoulder.
