Ladyboy Love

Douglas waited patiently, shaved legs crossed, for Mira to come home. She was wearing a yellow top, a matching ballcap, her hair in a ponytail. She was wearing capri pants, and yellow flats. She froze when she saw Douglas, her lips crooking into a smile.

"My, my, don't you look like a painted whore," she said lustily. She sat down in the overstuffed recliner. "Be a doll and fetch my cigar and whiskey, baby."

It was a ritual now. She sipped the whiskey, and Douglas lit the cigar, quietly fiending for one himself. She smoked it, looking at him hungrily, as he unzipped her pants, tugging her panties down to unveil her fuckpole. He stroked it lightly, but it needed little work. Seeing her man slip one rung further down the ladder of masculinity had already stoked Mira's fire. Soon, she was fully erect as Douglas's drool pooled off her heavy nutsack onto the leather chair.

"What if I always wanted you like this, hm? Made up, clad in a negligee, just for me," she whispered into Douglas's ears. He groaned, as she gently coaxed him onto all fours. She was pleased to find he was already clean and lubricated, guiding her fat cock into his ass, into its home. He grunted pleasingly as she claimed him yet again, her sheathed cockhead pressing against his prostate, making his caged cock leak.

"Fuckkk," Douglas groaned.

"Answer me, pet," she reminded him, tapping that internal button time and again, almost putting him on a clock.

"Then that's how it would be ... always," he said, ending out in a little whine, his captured cock starting to drool his precum heavily. Not much longer now.

"Mmm ... fuck baby ... be my little princess," Mira said, her cockhead right against the spot, as she started to cum inside him. She tweaked and tugged at his pink nipples, as he obliged in kind, releasing his heavy spunk, wasted onto the floor.