I was just taking a leisurely stroll in the park when I stumbled upon an intriguing sight. A trans woman, dressed to kill in the most feminine attire, was seated on a bench, her hand gently stroking her impressive member. The sight of her, glistening with sweat, was enough to make my heart race. I couldn't resist the urge to join her, and before I knew it, I was right there with her, sharing in the intimate moment. The sensation of her warm, sticky release on my lips was overwhelming. I found myself craving more, yearning for the taste of her again. This encounter with a freshly made transsexual beauty left me longing for another encounter, a taste of her sweet nectar once more.
