Even though I'm wearing women's clothing, I'm still hard down there today. PETS-071

Bound and loved, the shape of my body was redefined—. Poor me, I reached my climax amidst tears of joy. Every time I put on women's clothing, my "cuteness" increased proportionally to my guilt. Contrary to my pitiful reflection in the mirror, my penis, hot to the touch, hardened completely under the taut ropes. "Do you...do you hate it...?" I asked, my eyes already brimming with anticipation of pleasure. A woman in women's clothing, thirsting for love and hiding a mad passion. To unveil that twisted purity, cold fingertips reached for my anus. A soft "squeak" broke the silence. My secret place, which should have rejected the foreign object, gradually heated up as it was played with, beginning to pulsate. Teased in the front, punished in the back, under this double torment, the threads binding my reason easily snapped. "Ah, ugh...! No, please...!" The pleas only summoned deeper ravaging. A hard, overwhelmingly thick dildo cleaved through my narrow walls. The urgency of my body being stretched open, and the overwhelming numbness that followed. The relentless piston-like movements repeated until my anus fully memorized its fierce shape. As the deepest part was relentlessly and mercilessly dug, my mind was filled with pure white pleasure. The bliss of being deeply and fully penetrated. With each thrust, regardless of my will, clear, endurance-inducing fluid dripped from the tip of my groin. It was proof of my body's surrender. "More... destroy me... mess me up..." Without realizing it, I even forgot who I was, sinking into the mire of pleasure. My anus was being mercilessly played with, while the cock relentlessly stimulated my climax switch; the dormant passion within me reached its limit. My whole body convulsed violently, my skin digging into the taut ropes. The surging passion was unstoppable. The tip of my penis gushed forth its pent-up fluids as if weeping with joy, endless waves of ecstasy engulfing me time and again. Here I am, the pitiful one drowning in the honey of immorality, at my most extreme state.