My Trans Girl Crawls Naked on Our Bedroom Floor

She knows exactly what she's doing to you. Her body moves so slowly, every pose, every bend, every crawl across the floor is for you. She's all yours, naked except for those black leg warmers, her small breasts swaying with each move. You can see her so clearly, her fair skin, her dark hair, her eyes locked on you.

Her hands grip that chrome pole, her head tilted up, her mouth open, and you can feel your pulse racing. She kneels down, then sits sideways, looking over her shoulder at you with a faint smile. Your hand is moving on its own now, your breath catching in your throat. She places her hand on her hip, still smiling at you, and then she's on all fours, crawling toward that towel.

She pauses, looking directly at you, and you can feel yourself getting harder. She doesn't move, just keeps looking at you with that open mouth and those closed eyes. Your rhythm is picking up now, your ache growing. She remains on all fours, her gaze fixed forward, and you know you won't last much longer. But she's not done with you yet...