Yes, she keeps going!

"Oh, why not?" Emma sighed to herself as she applied light pressure to her throbbing gock and began to stroke it slowly.

Her gock, no bigger than the average male's penis, felt girthy and large in Emma's small, narrow fingers. A heavy sigh slipped from her luscious lips, as she gradually increased her speed. She had done this a million times. She knew exactly how she liked to be stroked. Yet, somehow, it felt better this morning than it had ever before. Or at least, as good as it had felt in quite some time.

Just then, the horny trans woman recalled some of her dream from the night before. In her dream, she had met a large, chiseled man. He had wooed her with his honeyed words and intoxicating touch. However, the minute they were alone, the man's face darkened. He suddenly looked demonic as he grabbed her and bent her over. Much like in all of Emma's dreams, she lacked the agency to resist him. Rather, she was like a spectator to her own domination. The dark man mounted her and rested his immense member on her exposed ass. Emma could still recall the intense fear she felt, not believing it possible for her tight asshole to successfully house a cock that large. Yet again, in her dream state, all she could do was watch as the man pierced her body.

Emma suddenly snapped back to reality. She was thrusting her hips into her hand, which was still firmly wrapped around her now aching, wet gock. She moaned. The pleasure washed over her like a tidal wave. She was no longer in control, merely a vessel for her own satisfaction. The woman's eyes rolled back as another wave crashed into her mind. Her whole body buzzed and her cheeks were flushed a soft red. Emma involuntarily moved her free hand down, and began teasing her eager hole. It soon became too much to contain. With a primal groan, she erupted in a an explosive orgasm. Her gock twitched and squirted, coating her hand and torso in cum. The sweet, sticky substance felt red hot on Emma's supple skin, but she had no reaction. Her orgasm was still rippling throughout her body. Her back arched and she threw her head back. Her moans had gone from feral to pitiful, the woman's strong nature being temporarily suspended by the immense power of her own pleasure.

After what felt like several minutes, the spent beauty's brain rebooted. She laid there, jizz still clinging to her skin, as she considered what just happened. It was so unlike her to have an orgasm like that, period. Let alone from simply touching herself. At least her dream helped explain her erection. Though, Emma felt shame at getting off to such a cliche fantasy. A tall, dark man exerting his power over her? It certainly wasn't something she'd consider arousing in her real life. Though, now she felt a tinge less confident of that fact.

"Ugh. Whatever," Emma thought to herself, dismissively.

The young woman sprung out of bed and rushed into the shower, determined not to dwell on it further.