Trans Spanking: Old Man Spanks Trans Girl And Jerks Her Off
This is a fictional story that is only allowed to be read from the age of 18
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Old Man Pulls Naughty Trans Girl Over His Knee
Kelly knocked over his trash can again. Maybe by accident. But she didn’t pick it up. She walked past it in tiny shorts, hips swinging, just like always.
She knew he was watching. Mr. Krause. Lived next door. Sixty-something. Thick hands, deep voice, always serious. The kind of man who looked straight through you. Or into you.
She didn’t expect him to come out.
But the door creaked open. She turned, smiled sweetly. “Oops.”
He didn’t smile back.
“You think this is cute?”
He grabbed her wrist. Strong grip. Not fast, not angry… Just certain. He pulled her inside, shut the door behind them. Her heart pounded. Her cock twitched.
“You need a good hard lesson,” he growled. “Right here. Right now.”
He sat down on a sturdy chair. Then he yanked her forward, fast, and pulled her across his lap like she weighed nothing.
“Let’s see how long you can act tough, little girl.”
He pushed up her skirt. No panties. Just a thong. He laughed softly.
Of course she wore that for him.
Neighbor Spanks Trans Girl's Bare Ass Until She Gets Hard
He pulled the thong tight into her crack, then yanked it down. Her ass was bare. She felt the air hit it, then his hand.
Smack!
She gasped. Heat bloomed immediately. Another.
Smack!
He spanked her again, harder. Her legs kicked once. He pinned her down with one big arm across her back.
“You like showing off?” he growled. “Show me how that ass jiggles now.”
The slaps rained down. Firm, steady, brutal. Her cheeks bounced. She whimpered. Then she moaned. He noticed.
“You’re hard,” he said. She froze. His hand slid under her, cupping her growing cock. He laughed again, low and amused. “Well, look at that. You’re dripping on my pants, sweetie.”
She squirmed. Her face flushed, burning.
“You’re not even ashamed, are you?”
She tried to squeeze her thighs. Too late. He stroked once. She shuddered.
“Getting spanked turns you on, huh?” he said in her ear. “Filthy little girl.”
Grandpa Carries Trans Woman Over His Shoulder And Ties Her To The Bed
Suddenly he stood up. She squeaked. His arm went under her waist. In one motion, he threw her over his shoulder.
“Let’s take this upstairs.”
She kicked once, weakly. Her ass was up, red and burning. Her cock hung, still stiff, bobbing as he walked.
He carried her to his room, dumped her on the bed like a toy.
“Hands up,” he said.
She obeyed.
He tied her wrists to the headboard. Then her ankles. Spread open. Helpless. Exposed.
He stepped back and looked at her.
“That’s better,” he said. “Now let’s see what that little cock of yours can take.”
Old Man Teases Trans Woman Slowly With Dirty Talk And Fingers
He sat beside her. His hand stroked her chest, then lower, fingertips brushing her skin. He didn’t rush. He just watched her react.
He ran a finger over the base of her cock, then up the shaft, not touching the tip.
“You’re leaking,” he whispered. “Poor little thing, so needy.” She squirmed. Her cock jerked in the air, untouched. “You want my hand, don’t you?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“Yes… please…”
He chuckled.
“You’ll beg better soon.” His hand slid between her thighs. He didn’t stroke. Just touched, toyed, flicked her balls, trailed a fingertip down. Then he found her hole. He didn’t go in, just circled it. Slowly. Teasing. Over and over.
“Your cute little hole’s twitching,” he said. “Trying to open up for me. How naughty.”
She moaned. Her body was on fire. Her cock was bouncing now, desperate.
Old Neighbor Jerks Off Naughty Trans Girl Until She Explodes
Finally, finally, his hand wrapped around her cock. Slow strokes. Firm, practiced. He knew exactly how much she could take.
“You’re my little toy now,” he whispered. “All spread out. All mine.”
His other hand still teased her hole, tapping, circling, never pushing in. Just enough to make her beg.
“Please…”
“Please what?”
“Please make me come…”
He sped up. Her hips twitched. Her moans got higher, faster.
“You’re gonna shoot, aren’t you?” he growled. “Can’t hold it. Can’t stop. Just a little girl with a cock that needs to come…”
His hand pumped harder. Her whole body shook. Then she exploded. Thick spurts, all over her belly, chest, thighs. She cried out, legs trembling, arms pulling at the restraints.
“Look at that mess,” he said. “You really needed that, didn’t you?” He leaned down, kissed her cheek. “Next time, knock over my trash again.”
