I’m perched here, on all fours, the cool metal of the rollercoaster track biting into my knees. The clouds below are a soft, fluffy blanket, and I’m just a speck above them, a sissy speck. My shirt’s open, the pink plaid fabric hanging loose, and my bra’s on full display. The red lace cups hug my small tits, and I can feel the cool air on my nipples, hardening them. My thong’s tight, the pink lace digging into my ass, and I can feel the outline of my cock, trapped and useless. I’m not Mark anymore. I’m SissyMmarsha, and I’m his plaything, his little sissy slut. The boots are tight, the buckles digging into my thighs, and the gloves match, completing the outfit. I’m a sissy, through and through, and I love it. I love the humiliation, the degradation, the knowledge that I’m nothing but a sissy, a sissy for his pleasure. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. Table of Contents Sissy’s Humiliation: A Cloudy Confession Sissy’s Submission: A Cloudy Revelation Sissy’s Humiliation: A Cloudy Confession I’m looking down at the clouds, and I can see my reflection in the glass of the rollercoaster track. I’m a sissy, a feminized man, and I’m proud of it. I’m proud of the way I look, the way I feel, the way I am. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. Sissy’s Submission: A Cloudy Revelation I’m looking up at the sky, and I can see the birds flying, free and happy. I’m not free, not like them. I’m a sissy, a feminized man, and I’m his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his.
I wouldn't mind getting used, impregnated, and stuck as Mikena Velba
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DeleteI’m perched here, on all fours, the cool metal of the rollercoaster track biting into my knees. The clouds below are a soft, fluffy blanket, and I’m just a speck above them, a sissy speck. My shirt’s open, the pink plaid fabric hanging loose, and my bra’s on full display. The red lace cups hug my small tits, and I can feel the cool air on my nipples, hardening them. My thong’s tight, the pink lace digging into my ass, and I can feel the outline of my cock, trapped and useless. I’m not Mark anymore. I’m SissyMmarsha, and I’m his plaything, his little sissy slut. The boots are tight, the buckles digging into my thighs, and the gloves match, completing the outfit. I’m a sissy, through and through, and I love it. I love the humiliation, the degradation, the knowledge that I’m nothing but a sissy, a sissy for his pleasure. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore.
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Sissy’s Humiliation: A Cloudy Confession
Sissy’s Submission: A Cloudy Revelation
Sissy’s Humiliation: A Cloudy Confession
I’m looking down at the clouds, and I can see my reflection in the glass of the rollercoaster track. I’m a sissy, a feminized man, and I’m proud of it. I’m proud of the way I look, the way I feel, the way I am. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore.
Sissy’s Submission: A Cloudy Revelation
I’m looking up at the sky, and I can see the birds flying, free and happy. I’m not free, not like them. I’m a sissy, a feminized man, and I’m his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his. I’m his sissy, his little slut, and I’m here to serve. I’m here to be used, to be fucked, to be his sissy whore. I’m his, and I’m happy to be his.