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Akande/Lùcio – feminization! here you go!

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“I quite enjoy this. All of this.” Akande’s large hand comes down on Lúcio’s ass in a meaty smack before his hands smoothly curl around his hips to keep him from bouncing off his cock like a little bunny.

Lúcio sobs into the ball gag forced between his teeth. In the mirror Akande can see his face: sweaty and heated, eyes looking glazed over and a little crazed. It’s clear that he wants to claw Akande’s eyes out but his hands are bound by the nice pink silk band that Akande has carefully knotted into a bow.

“You look lovely. I like pretty girls like you… with some spunk in them.” He jerks his hips at that, making Lúcio nearly topple onto his face. The young man all but shrieks into the gag when Akande’s cock grinds against his prostate and makes him feel good against his will.

Oh, he hates all of this. But he loves it.

“You’re so small but your cunt is soft as butter,” he croons. When he leans back a little and spreads Lúcio’s cheeks, he can see himself spreading that little hole open in almost excruciating detail. He moves his thumbs to put a little additional stretch on the little muscle.

Lúcio’s insides pulse, his muscles clenching down along the length of Akande’s cock as if trying to force him out. Akande watches his face again in the mirror: the flutter of Lúcio’s eyelids, and the glistening of drool on the corner of his mouth.

“Butter soft – but can stretch like nothing else. I don’t often get the chance to sink my cock balls deep into a warm little body like yours… you’re a very special girl, aren’t you?”

He can practically taste Lúcio’s seething; it’s as sweet as the little hole wrapped so desperately around his shaft; glistening with the generous amount of lube he has used.

“A gorgeous little birdie just for me,” he continues after a moment, leaning over Lúcio’s body to be able to murmur it to him low and intimate while his hips are pressed tightly against his ass. He lightly circles them just to make absolutely sure the kid won’t forget even for a second that he’s filled to the brim with cock.

“I have so many pretty dresses for you… silky and very expensive. Pinks and purples and blues… and greens… I am sure you will look so beautiful in them when you show them off for me. I have thought about it, you know… for a long time…”

Akande easily dodges out of the way when Lúcio throws his head back, trying to break his nose. Instead he curls a hand around the little DJ’s throat and lifts his head until it is against his shoulder. He can see Lúcio’s nostrils flaring in the mirror; the glint of his dark, velvety eyes. He wants to rip Akande’s throat out which is fair, he supposes.

He has Lúcio’s delicate ear against his mouth; it feels hot against his lips. As hot as Lúcio’s insides around his cock.

“I have thought about you in my dresses, my darling… your little tits will look absolutely delicious. And your legs…”

He reaches down with his free hand, slowly dragging his fingers against Lúcio’s thigh, then grips it hard just to make sure it bruises. Lúcio grunts into the ball gag, his insides trembling again. Akande feels like if he were to lift him now, he could see that pretty little cock desperately hard and weeping for it all.

“Maybe you will not wear any underwear… just so I can flip your little skirt up and get at your cunt whenever I desire…”

Akande kneels up again, one hand between Lúcio’s shoulder blades, the other grabbing his hips as he begins to pull back mind-numbingly slow before sliding back in nice and smooth, fat cock rubbing up and grinding into Lúcio’s prostate once more.

In the mirror, Lúcio’s eyes roll up, his lips going slack around the gag.

Akande can feel him coming on his cock like a well-trained circus pony. His insides squeeze him like a vice. He could let go… let himself ride the wave and follow Lúcio along – but that would shorten his playtime with the little DJ.

He can’t have that… Lúcio’s anger is so delicious, after all.