My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood in her dimly lit apartment. Lena was everything I’d fantasized about—tall, with curves that hugged her silk dress, and a confident smirk that made my knees weak. I was a nervous wreck, my palms slick with sweat, words sticking in my throat.

“You’re trembling,” she purred, closing the distance. Her scent, something spicy and sweet, wrapped around me. “It’s cute.”

I stammered something incoherent. I’d never been with a trans girl before. The idea of her cock, a thick secret beneath that dress, both terrified and electrified me.

Lena didn’t wait for me to find courage. Her initiative was a force of nature. She cupped my cheek, her thumb stroking my jaw. “All that thinking in your head… let me quiet it down.”

She backed me toward the couch until my legs hit the cushion and I sat down hard. Kneeling before me, she slid her hands up my thighs. “You want this,” she stated, her voice leaving no room for argument. Her fingers found my zipper, and the sound was obscenely loud. She pulled out my already hard dick, giving it a slow, firm stroke that made me gasp.

“But first,” she whispered, her eyes locking onto mine with dominant fire. “You’re going to taste me.”

My breath hitched. She stood up, the dress whispering as she gathered the hem. She revealed her legs, then the lace of her panties, stretched tight over a pronounced bulge. She hooked her thumbs in the sides and slowly pulled them down.

Her cock sprang free, thick and uncut, already