The Headset - Transgirl

Sammy had spent hours refining her moves, making each touch and stroke as natural as possible. A large red clock with seconds ticking up to two decimal places was positioned on the sideboard behind the chair, ensuring everything was timed to perfection. At five seconds, the jeans would start to come undone; by 15 seconds, they’d be down around the ankles. At 16 seconds, the boxers would follow, and by 20 seconds, her right hand would make its first tentative contact. The initial touch was precise—22.5 seconds, just enough for a light brush against his shaft before fully grasping it. She had practiced four bobs of her head before swallowing him entirely, letting the base of his cock press against her lips, every movement carefully honed to seem both deliberate and spontaneous. And if she gagged, it had to sound ladylike—a delicate balance she’d managed to master.