PETS-071 The cross-dressing boy is hard again today

Bound, cherished, and remade in body — the lovely me reaches blissful tears.

Each time I put on these outfits, my sense of guilt seems to fuel how cute I become. Though my reflection looks delicate and charming, my body grows hotter with desire, and beneath the tight restraint, my arousal swells with unbearable intensity.

Do you dislike it…? I ask with a shy upward glance, my eyes already wet with the promise of pleasure. A cross-dressing boy starving for affection, hiding an almost maddening longing. As if exposing that twisted innocence, cold fingertips reach toward my body.

A faint wet sound breaks the silence. The sensitive place that should have resisted intrusion grows warmer each time it is teased, pulsing with heat. With both the front and back being relentlessly stimulated, the thread holding my reason together snaps all at once.

Ah… no, there… please…

My plea is only a signal for even deeper indulgence. A hard, overwhelming presence presses forward, forcing its way into my tight body. The tension feels like flesh being stretched to its limit, yet it is surpassed by an exquisite numbness. The relentless motion continues until every part of me is completely overwhelmed.

Each time my deepest inner senses are probed without mercy, my mind turns blank with pleasure. The bliss of being filled so completely and so deeply. With every shock that runs through me, clear fluid spills from the tip of my body against my will. It is proof that my body has surrendered.

More… break me… make me a mess…

Before I know it, I forget even how to refer to myself, sinking deeper into a swamp of pleasure. While my body is toyed with mercilessly, the moment my arousal is teased again and again, the passion sleeping inside me finally reaches its limit.

My whole body trembles, skin pressing tightly against the restraints. The rising heat can no longer be stopped by anyone. Clear fluid pours from the tip in a flood of blissful tears, and wave after wave of overwhelming sensation keeps swallowing me whole. This is the final form of a lovely me, drowned in forbidden sweetness.