Monica Bozzelli was 19, and she had something she wasn’t telling anyone. She was born a boy, but she always felt like a girl on the inside. She’d made the decision to transition, and now she was a gorgeous trans girl.
She had long, silky hair, which she always wore in beautiful curls. Her lips were full, her eyes were a striking green. Monica worked as a webcam model and was proud to be herself in front of the camera. She liked to flirt with her viewers and show them her feminine side. She had a great figure, with firm breasts that she always showed off well in her sexy lingerie. Today, she’d picked a pair of tight leather knickers that showed off her girls cock.
It was one of her favourite outfits, she knew her viewers liked it too. As she danced in front of the camera to the upbeat music, I found myself daydreaming about what it would be like to meet her in real life. I pictured how I would touch her soft, feminine body and how her lips would feel on mine. Monica seemed like she knew what she was doing in bed, and I imagined us having some great sex.
I could already picture us lying together in her bed, with her looking at me seductively. She’d gently kiss me and run her hands over my body. I could picture her soft breathing as she kissed my neck and teased me with her tongue. I’d grab her breasts firmly and roll her nipples between my fingers. She would moan with pleasure and ask me to do more.
As she undressed me slowly, I opened her leather panties and admired her stocking and sniffed the air. I’d slip my hand between them and lick her soft, smooth cock. She would give in to me and I would be thrilled to give her pleasure with my touch. After which she would climax. Monica would try to seduce and challenge me, but I would show her that I was in control. I would push her up against the wall and hold her tight as I penetrated her anally, like a rabbit.
She would moan in pleasure and scratch my skin with her nails. In my fantasies, we would go on for hours and reach the most intense orgasms. We would make each other happy, I would tell her how beautiful she was and how much I enjoyed her. But then I’d wake up from my daydreams and see that Monica’s webcam show was over. I knew I’d never be able to meet her in real life, but my fantasies about her would always remain. She was the ultimate blend of femininity and fire, and I couldn’t wait to sit in front of her again and enjoy her sensual show.
