A trans goddess of masturbation
This story begins one day in October. I left my job, it was night and I decided to go to dinner at a restaurant. I entered, I chose the table and I sat down. While reading the menu, I feel a fine voice, which asks me: What do you want to eat? I look up and see a woman with a beautiful, angelic face, very white skin, clear eyes and red hair. He wore a tight white shirt through which protruded the two nipples of small tits. I stayed a few seconds without answering, as if hypnotized. She smiled...