In the dimly lit room, the trans woman, dressed in nothing but a lace thong and sheer stockings, was waiting for him. Her soft, smooth skin glistened under the flickering light of the candle. As he approached her, he could feel his heart race, his cock stiffening in his jeans.
She took his hand gently, leading him to the bed where they would engage in a sexual act that transcended any gender norms. Her fingers danced over the bulge in his pants, teasingly brushing against it before moving down to reveal her own genitals: a throbbing, pulsating cock that she had grown proud of.
She guided him to lie on his back, her eyes never leaving his face as she slowly undressed him. Her lips brushed against the skin of his chest, her tongue tracing the contours of each muscle. As he lay there, exposed and vulnerable, she reached down to stroke his cock, making it twitch and throb in response to her touch.
She straddled his hips, positioning her dripping wet pussy over his throbbing cock. With a sudden thrust, she impaled herself on him, her eyes widening as she felt his girth fill her up. She rocked back and forth, each movement sending shockwaves of pleasure through both their bodies.
He could feel himself becoming more and more submissive with each stroke, losing himself in the rhythmic movements of her body. She leaned down to kiss him deeply, her tongue intertwining with his as she continued to ride him with abandon. Their breaths became heavier, their moans louder, until they were both caught up in a whirlwind of pleasure and passion.
As he neared the brink of orgasm, she reached down to caress his testicles, sending shivers of ecstasy through him. He could feel himself surrendering to her touch, giving in to the pleasure that coursed through every inch of his body.
With a final thrust, he exploded within her, his hot cum spilling out into her waiting pussy. She rode him until she too reached her climax, her own orgasm washing over them both like a tidal wave.
As they lay there, spent and exhausted, the trans woman looked down at him with pride and satisfaction. "That's what it feels like to be a woman," she whispered, stroking his chest gently as he drifted off to sleep.