Whispers of Passion in femboy dress

Fresh silk sheets cool against hot skin in femboy dress. She lies back, legs butterflied open, teasing herself for minutes with feather-light circles. “femboy dress,” she sighs, “please femboy dress.” The slow torture builds until she finally shoves four fingers inside, screaming “femboy dress!” over and over. Her whole body convulses in the longest, wettest orgasm yet, soaking the sheets with endless “femboy dress”.