Her First Trans Encounter #02 - Gracie Jane & Aften Opal

Aften Opal swings the door open and welcomes Gracie Jane like she’s done this a thousand times. “Strip down, get comfortable,” she says, then steps out to give her a minute. Gracie peels off everything, drops face-down on the table, and drags the sheet up just enough to cover her ass. When Aften comes back she starts slow, palms gliding over Gracie’s back, working out the knots. She feels the tightness right above those cheeks and doesn’t ask—just slides the sheet lower so she can knead that smooth lower back and the curve of Gracie’s ass. Once the muscles are loose she taps Gracie’s hip. “Flip for me.” Gracie rolls, tits up, and Aften’s hands go straight to work, cupping and squeezing those big natural breasts, thumbs circling the nipples until they stiffen. Then the sheet tents. Hard. Gracie laughs, a little sheepish. “Sorry—your hands feel that good.” Aften just smirks, eyes locked on the bulge. “Don’t be. Show me.” Gracie flips the sheet away. Her pretty cock stands proud. Aften’s grin widens. She wraps her fingers around it, strokes a couple of times, then leans in and takes it between her lips, sucking slow and hungry. Before long the two of them are tangled, hands and mouths mapping every tattooed inch of each other, the room thick with heat and soft, dirty sounds.