" Stephanie took adeep breath as she scrolled down the article to the comments section,and as she read the first comment, her heart immediately began ...o warmup again."What a brave girl," Stephanie read aloud, letting out a small chuckle."This article is nothing more than a transphobic, misgendering,deadnaming piece of trash. Good on you, Stephanie." That was the highest rated comment," Kayla said with a proud grin asStephanie moved onto the next comment."As a transgendered person myself,". She held on to my cock and stoked it gently , My cock was just straining to come out of his confinement , so i released it and gave it in her hands ,Seeing it, she told me surprised….”Oh MY GOd–Such a big one, I have a very small hole, how will u get inside….”I was happy to hear that and i just told her not to worry.I kissed her everywhere and started sucking at her pussy, her pussy lips were smelling good , I think she might have taken a good bath……I just took mouthfuls of her pussy and was. . to let her breathe.She remembered his hard body sliding all over hers, sweat pouring off of both of them. She remembered his amazingly strong grip on her waist, lifting her and turning her, forcing her onto her hands and knees while he approached from behind and skewered her in that position. She marveled at how different that felt, especially with his fingers pulling at her nipples, or sliding down to press and strum her clit while that long, hard thing plumbed her depths.It was in that. Sometimes I imagined that I was an underwear model marching infront of a crowd that looked at me with admiration and desire, but most ofthe times I dreamed that I was my own mother. I imagined myself walkingaround the house half-naked like she used to, or sunbathing on the beachwearing a minimal bikini with all eyes fixed on my barely covered ass.After some time this ritual became routine, I started to feel the need formore, my curiosity had been woken up and I wanted to know more about.