Jamie lounged on the couch, unaware that his girlfriend Lena had been plotting all week. Lena, a sharp-tongued architect with a body that commanded attention, sauntered in wearing a silk robe that clung to her curves. "Jamie, darling, you've been strutting around like the man of the house, but tonight we're flipping the script. I want you in lace and lipstick. What do you say?" she purred, her eyes sparkling with mischief. Jamie chuckled nervously, "Lena, you're kidding, right? Me in heels? That's your fantasy, not mine." But his cock twitched at the idea, betraying him as she approached with a bag of silky garments. Lena laughed, a low, throaty sound. "Oh please, your hard-on says otherwise. Let's see how pretty you can be for me." She stripped him slowly, her fingers trailing over his skin, building heat with every witty jab. "Resist all you want, but we both know you're horny for this."
She dressed him in sheer panties that barely contained his growing erection, a tight dress that hugged his ass, and stockings that made his legs look surprisingly feminine. Makeup followed—lipstick, eyeliner—transforming him while she teased relentlessly. "Look at you, all dolled up. That cock of yours is dripping already, isn't it?" Jamie panted, "Lena, this is insane... but fuck, it's hot." Her hands roamed, stroking his hard length through the fabric. "Insane? It's genius. Now get on your knees and show me how grateful you are." The tension crackled as she pushed him down, her strong presence dominating without submission. She shed her robe, revealing her wet pussy, and guided his mouth there first, moaning as his tongue explored.
"That's it, my pretty girl. Lick my pussy like you mean it." Dialogue flowed sharp between them. Jamie mumbled against her, "You're evil for this, but I can't stop." Lena grinned, "Evil? I'm generous. Your ass looks fuckable in that dress." She pulled him up, bending him over the bed, her fingers slick as they prepared him. His cock was rock hard, dripping pre-cum onto the sheets. She entered him with a strap-on, thrusting deep while reaching around to stroke him. "Feel that? Your pussy's mine now," she whispered wittily. Panting filled the room as they moved together, sweat beading on their bodies. Lena rode the rhythm, her strong grip unyielding, until Jamie came hard, cum spilling over her hand.
They switched, her riding his cock next, her wet pussy clenching around him as she dictated the pace. "Harder, pretty boy. Make me come." Their exchange was electric: "You planned this all along?" "Of course—now shut up and fuck." She came with a cry, body shuddering, then demanded a blowjob, his lips wrapping around her after she adjusted. More thrusting followed, explicit and raw, until both were spent, sweating and satisfied. Lena dressed him fully for the night out. "Club time, my feminized love. The night's just starting."
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