Whispered Desire: transman sex

Crackling logs glow in transman sex. Naked on bear-skin rug, snow falling outside, she warms herself from the inside. “Cold outside, burning for transman sex,” she breathes, sliding icy fingers between hot folds. The contrast makes her gasp “transman sex!” sharply. She rubs frantic circles, then thrusts deep, chanting “Melt for transman sex, come for transman sex.” Flames dance across sweat-slick skin as she adds a glass toy, fucking herself hard, screaming “transman sex, yes, transman sex, harder!” until she squirts in steaming bursts onto the rug, body convulsing in white-hot waves of pure “transman sex.”