Tamara strode into the lounge, and everyone stopped what they were doing to look at her. She was 20, with amazingly long legs that looked incredible in her tight black dress. Her heels clicked loudly on the floor, and the candlelight made her smooth skin glow. She had a big, naughty smile and dark eyes that promised fun. Her curvy body was perfect, and she knew it—she was a transgirl goddess, proud of every inch, especially her big surprise down below.
She sat at the bar, crossed her legs slowly, showing them off. The bartender, a fit guy with a strong jaw, couldn’t take his eyes off her. “Give me something strong and sweet,” she said, her voice soft but sexy. He smiled and slid her a drink. “Just like you,” he said, leaning in close. Her fingers touched his when she took the glass, and it felt like a spark jumped between them. She took a sip of her drink, staring at him, and the room went quiet. It was just them.
Later, the place emptied out, and it was just Tamara and the bartender left. She stood up, tall and gorgeous, and wiggled her finger at him. He followed her to a back room, no questions asked. She turned around, smiled big, and moved in close. He could smell her sweet perfume, and it was driving him crazy. She put her hands on his chest, feeling his muscles, and pressed her body against his. “You’re trouble,” he said, his voice all rough. “You don’t even know,” she teased, kissing his jaw, her breath hot.
She pulled back a little and looked him in the eye. Then she lifted her dress, slow and sexy, showing off her long legs—and then her big, hard secret. He froze for a second, but then his hands were all over her thighs, loving how soft and strong she felt. “Still want me?” she asked, smirking. He answered by kissing her hard, like he couldn’t get enough.
Tamara pushed him down onto a soft couch and climbed on top, her legs on either side of him. Her dress slid up, and he couldn’t stop touching her—her hips, her chest, her big surprise rubbing against him through their clothes. She yanked his shirt off, scratching his skin a little, and he groaned. They got rid of their clothes quickly, all tangled up and desperate. Now they were naked, her skin felt hot against his, and she took charge, moving however she felt like.
She kissed his neck and chest, and he grabbed her hips. She started slow, grinding on him, her hardness pressing into him, making them both moan. Then she sped up, her long legs flexing, her hair falling around them like a curtain. “Come on,” she whispered in his ear, and he did – he lost it completely as she moved. Tamara came too, loud and happy, shaking on top of him. They fell together, breathing hard, her legs all wrapped around him, her smile soft but still sexy.
Afterwards, she ran her fingers over his chest, looking at him with those deep eyes. “Told you I’d take you somewhere,” she said, smugly. He laughed, pulling her close. “I’d go anywhere with you.” With her curves against him and her secret out, Tamara knew she’d won him over – hook, line and sinker.
Tamara lay sprawled across the bartender’s chest, her long legs tangled with his, their sweaty skin sticking together. The air in the back room was hot and heavy, like they’d turned it into their own little world. Her big, proud cock was resting against his thigh, still hard, still ready, and she could feel his dick twitching under her, just as eager. She looked up at him with that naughty smile, her dark eyes flashing. “You think we’re done?” she teased, her voice low and sexy.
He grinned, his hands sliding down her back to grab her ass and squeeze hard. “Not even close,” he said, his voice rough and hungry. Tamara laughed, a sexy little sound, and sat up, straddling him again. Her long legs stretched out on either side, showing off every inch of her smooth, perfect skin. She leaned in and kissed him deeply, her tongue sliding into his mouth, tasting the whiskey still on his lips. He groaned, kissing her back just as hard, his hands digging into her hips.
She pulled away, sat up straight, and ran her fingers down her own body—over her perky tits, her flat stomach, all the way to her big cock. She grabbed it, stroking slowly, letting him watch. His eyes went wide, glued to her, his dick jumping against her ass. “You like that?” she asked, smirking, pumping herself a little faster. He nodded, licking his lips. “Fuck yeah,” he said, reaching for her, but she swatted his hand away. “Not yet,” she purred. “Watch me first.”
Tamara climbed off him, standing up so he could see all of her – those endless legs, her curvy hips, her hard cock sticking out, begging for attention. She turned around, bending over just enough to show off her tight ass, and kept stroking herself, moaning softly and loudly. He sat up on the couch, his own dick in his hand now, jerking it while he stared at her. “You’re killing me,” he growled, his voice all thick with want.
She looked over her shoulder, grinning. “Good.” Then she turned back, walking slowly towards him, hips swaying. She climbed back onto his lap, but this time she grabbed his dick too, lining it up with hers. She rubbed them together, hot and slick, both of them leaking already. He swore under his breath, head falling back, and she laughed again, loving how she had him falling apart.
“Fuck me,” he said, almost begging, and Tamara didn’t need to be asked twice. She reached behind herself, guiding his thick dick to her ass, teasing the tip against her hole. She was still wet from sweat and desire, and she sank down slowly, taking him in inch by inch. They both moaned loudly — her from the stretch, him from how tight she was. Her legs were shaking a bit as she settled, his dick buried deep inside her, her own cock bouncing against her stomach.
She started moving, riding him hard, her thighs flexing with every bounce. Her ass slapped against his hips, the sound filling the room, mixing with their gasps and groans. He grabbed her waist and thrust up to meet her, hitting that spot inside that made her cry out. Her clit was slapping against her skin, and it was all wet now, and she reached down to stroke it again, matching the rhythm of his thrusts. “Wow, you’re huge,” she gasped, feeling him stretch her out.
He gave her a smug, sweaty, wild look and flipped her onto her back on the couch, staying inside her. She lifted her legs up and wrapped them around his waist, pulling him in deeper. He pounded into her, fast and rough, his balls slapping her ass, her cock trapped between their bodies, rubbing against his stomach. She grabbed his back, nails digging in, screaming his name—or maybe she was just making noise, she couldn’t tell anymore. “Harder,” she gasped, and he obliged, thrusting in so deep she saw stars.
Tamara’s hand flew to her sex, jerking it fast, the pressure building hot and tight. He leaned down and started sucking on her neck, biting a little, and that did it – she came hard, her cum shooting up between them, splashing his chest and her own stomach everywhere. She shook under him and her ass clenched around his dick, and that pushed him over too. He groaned loudly, thrusting one last time, and ejaculated inside her, hot and messy.
They collapsed, a sticky, panting mess, her legs still hooked around him, his face buried in her neck. Her penis softened against his skin, their semen mixing together, and she giggled, feeling the effects of the rush. “Told you I’d take you somewhere,” she said, catching her breath. He lifted his head, grinning sloppy and satisfied. “You’re unbelievable,” he said, kissing her again, slowly and roughly.
They stayed like that, tangled up, the room smelling like sex and sweat. Tamara knew she’d wrecked him – and she wasn’t done yet. There was more to come, and she’d make sure he’d never forget her.
