Crossdressing Solo: The Broom's Revenge

The room echoes with the soft thuds of the broom handle meeting flesh, a primal rhythm punctuated by ragged breaths. The crossdresser, lost in his fantasy, submits to the object's dominance, his body responding to the rough, relentless thrusts. His grip tightens, knuckles white, as he nears the edge, the broomstick becoming less a tool and more a lover in his mind's eye.

• crossdresser
• object
• soloboy

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