the dyke urge to have a less experienced transandro/transmasc clumsily humping my own strap into me and calling me mommy while i stroke their hair and soothe them and call them handsome. my caring, reassuring tone slowly breaking and frizzing out into sweet moans as their thrusts get stronger... encouraging them to take more and more control until i'm gasping for air and they're still looking at me, blushing and sweaty, asking "am i doing good mommy? does it feel good?"













