Tales of Erotic Passion and Romance in transgender make love

Between floors, the elevator halts in transgender make love. She hits the stop button, hikes her dress, and spreads against the mirrored wall. “All mine now, transgender make love,” she whispers to her reflection. Stockings ripped, panties pushed aside, she rubs her swollen clit frantically while staring into her own hungry eyes, chanting “transgender make love, watch transgender make love come.” Every floor number lights up unused as she adds fingers, curling deep, crying “transgender make love, faster, transgender make love!” The mirrors multiply her pleasure a thousandfold until she squirts against the glass, legs trembling, voice cracking on raw, repeated “transgender make love, transgender make love, fuck, transgender make love!” Aftershocks ripple long after she presses “resume.”