Sissy Surrender: Stockings, Cum, and Solitary Bliss
A sissy boy, dressed in his finest lace and garters, retreats to his room, a secret hunger gnawing at him. His eyes flicker to the reflection in the mirror, admiring the way the stockings frame his legs, accentuating his curves. He tentatively reaches down, his hand brushing against his hard cock, hidden beneath layers of fabric. He strokes himself, his movements becoming bolder as his desire grows. His other hand reaches up, cupping his breast, pinching his nipple through the thin material of his blouse. He can feel the wetness between his legs, his panties soaked with his arousal. His breath hitches as he feels the first wave of pleasure, his cock pulsing in his hand. He can't hold back any longer, and with a cry, he comes, his cum soaking through the fabric, leaving dark stains on his stockings.