Four Days Since My Trans Slut Flashed Her Hard Cock

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. She stretches out on her stomach, propped up by one hand, her tongue slipping out as she looks you dead in the eye. Her full lips curl into a sly smile as she touches them with her fingers, her eyes never leaving yours.

Her body is a curvy dream, her prominent breasts and hips accentuated by the black fishnet stockings that cover her from waist to toe. The sunlight streaming through the blinds casts striped shadows across her skin, making her look like a forbidden treat. She pushes up onto her hands and knees, facing you head-on, her penis visible through the fishnets. She sits back on her heels, spreading her legs wide to give you a better view.

She holds this pose for what feels like an eternity, occasionally touching her chest or adjusting the heart-shaped pasties that cover her nipples. Then she turns away from you, presenting her round buttocks clad in fishnets. The view is so good that you can almost smell the sex emanating from her. Your hand is moving of its own accord, stroking to the rhythm of your pounding pulse. You're not going to last much longer. The question is, how much longer can you hold out before you have to see more of this gorgeous slut?