going to town nibbling & slurping & lapping at his hard, sensitive tdick after his shot, head squished between his soft thighs as they tremble and twitch from overstimulation. muttering praises against it now and again about how big it's gotten and how nicely his transition is coming along. he's already cum countless times, sitting in a growing puddle of saliva and his own juices begging me to give him a break between his whimpers, but i'm too dumb & drunk on his musk to hear him. being suffocated in wet boycunt is the only way i want to go


















