Her breathing was heavy. No one had ever called me pretty before! She had long pink nails. She stood there in heels, stockings and nothing else. She was thrusting hard. The expression on her face told me all I needed to see. She put the condom on. Did I ask for this?! The expression on her face told me all I needed to see. I looked down whilst she rolled them up from each ankle to my thighs. And I gasped again. I said her stockings and heels were hot. I kept glancing at her long lashes, pink lips and long nails. I could see a trans lady near the bar. 3 Champagne glasses later she had me saying how much I liked the look of high heels, stockings, skirts and dresses. Nice cups. In my mind she was half who she used to be and half a new woman. I liked how they looked. she was squatting above me thrusting downwards. I looked up at the mirror. There was no lube. She pushed slowly all the way in I let out a gasp. Within a few moments we were sitting at a table with drinks. The expression on her face told me all I needed to see. She enticed me to walk to the middle of room.
