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I’m obsessed with the way my silicone cock slides in and out of his mouth. I murmur gentle encouragement as he takes it. His eyes are closed, sweetly. I’m in my power, unwitnessed, except by this beautiful trans boy that loves me. Everything about how I fuck him brings me home to who I am.
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