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“I can give you a blow job if you want,” she offered, her voice calm and clear. She was clearly serious.

My brain short-circuited. Before I could form a coherent thought, a jolt of pure, electric want shot through me. Her hand, tipped with sharp, elegant claws, ran down my leg. My cock, already hard, pressed painfully against my zipper. Gleiahong freed it with one swift, effortless movement, as if she’d done it a thousand times before. She leaned down, and the first touch of her soft lips on the blazing tip made me gasp. A cool, wet tongue swirled around me, and within it, I felt the hard, smooth press of a small metal ring. She clearly knew her business. A real pro, I thought, ecstatic, my head falling back against the headrest.

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She worked her lips and tongue diligently, rhythmically, methodically, using practically no help from her hands. I lost track of space and time. I didn’t even notice how she began to take me deeper, my cock sliding past her lips and into the depths of her fragile throat. I closed my eyes and moaned like a kid getting a blowjob for the first time, a sound that was part pleasure, part disbelief. My entire length was inside her throat, sometimes pushing against her tight walls, sometimes popping out, slick and glistening with her saliva.

Then, a wave of panic, sharp and irrational, cut through the fog of lust. Like a madman, I pulled away from her.

She looked up at me in surprise. The perfect makeup she’d been wearing was ruined. Tears had smeared her mascara down her cheeks in dark rivulets, and a thin trickle of drool ran from the corner of her mouth down her chin. The sight was so unexpectedly, dirtily intimate that my cock stiffened further, a bead of precum welling at the tip.

Taking another quick look around the deserted lot, I made a decision. I jumped out of the car, my blood thrumming. I opened her door and grabbed her by the elbow.

“Come here!” I commanded, not recognizing my own voice. I pulled her out and yanked open the back door, practically throwing her inside.

She landed on her back on the seat, and instead of fear, a slow, knowing smile spread across her lips. I tore off my pants and underwear and reached for her. Under her skirt, I found elegant silk panties. Her ass was surprisingly soft and pleasant to the touch. I grabbed the edges of her panties and pulled them down over her raised legs in one quick motion. On impulse, I brought them to my face and inhaled greedily, the scent of her perfume and her skin intoxicating. Gleiahong lowered her legs, her eyes holding mine, ready for anything.

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“Are you a shemale?” I asked, my voice strangled. Between her smooth, snow-white legs, framed by dark stockings, lay a small penis. It was soft, curled, maybe four or five centimeters long.

“Well, what kind of trans girl am I?” she said, her voice laced with a sarcastic smirk. “Look at my tits.”

She pulled down her top, revealing two small, but perfectly formed and completely natural, girlish breasts.

My mind was a whirlwind of confusion and a fading, stubborn lust. “Damn! I really wanted to fuck!” I blurted out, the disappointment raw in my voice.

“Well, fuck me then! What’s the problem?” the trans girl asked, her smirk widening. She propped herself up on her elbows, her confidence unwavering. “In the ass, or what?”

“It’s not the same,” I retorted, gesturing lamely.

“You’re a man. What difference does it make to you what you put it in? I enjoy it,” she continued, her voice a low, persuasive purr. “Come on, you’ll like it too. I can see you want it.”

I looked down. My erection was still rock solid, oblivious to the existential crisis happening in my brain. I looked back at her. Her body was undeniably exquisite. Her skin was snow-white and smooth, the shape of her hips, her waist, the soft curve of her pubic area—everything was perfect, feminine. Everything except for that one small, curled detail. Why not? The thought was a traitor in my mind. I was already here, already aching. I reached into the glove compartment for a condom I’d stashed there weeks ago.

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Gleiahong watched me, a glint of triumph in her eyes. She’d thoroughly lubricated her ass with her own saliva. I pressed the head of my cock against her hole, and it slid in with a surprising, slick ease. I’d had anal sex before, with an ex-girlfriend. It had been a production—lube, patience, a tight, nervous grip that made it hard to last.

This was completely different. Her body welcomed me. The hole was well-developed, spacious inside, and my cock moved easily because she was relaxed, experienced. She didn’t tense up; she just took it. All of it.

Yes, all the way. All my prejudices, my confusion, evaporated in the wet, tight heat of her. I began to move, a steady, rhythmic thrusting, my balls slapping against her smooth skin. Gleiahong lay with her eyes closed, moaning. Her face, relaxed in ecstasy, was even more beautiful than before. Her small breasts bounced gently with my rhythm.

My eyes dropped to her small penis. Now it stood proudly erect, a slight curve to it. She was stroking herself lightly in time with my thrusts. I was fucking her ass like an animal, all thought gone, replaced by pure physical sensation.

Suddenly, her breathing hitched. She began pumping her fist faster. Then she let out a long, drawn-out exclamation, and several hot, translucent streams of semen spurted from her small cock onto her flat, smooth stomach. At the same moment, her internal muscles clamped down on me, her sphincters contracting rhythmically around my cock. The sensation was too much. With a guttural groan, I came, emptying myself into the condom before I even had the presence of mind to pull out.

I collapsed on top of her, my face in the crook of her neck, no longer caring about the mess or the confusion. She lay beneath me, breathing heavily, her chest heaving.

“Will you let me taste you later?” she whispered, running her claws gently through my sweat-damp hair.

Instead of answering, I turned my head and pressed my lips to her breast, licking and kissing the soft skin. I looked up. She was smiling, a contented, sated smile. She was so beautiful, so exquisitely feminine in that moment. I moved up and kissed her passionately on the lips.

It was clear to me now. She was no boy. Gleiahong was a girl. A girl with a surprise. And right then, that surprise didn’t seem to matter at all.