I’ll edge you for an hour straight until you’re a shaking, whimpering, overstimulated mess.

Then I’ll put my real cock against the entrance of your dripping little hole. Just ever so gently so you can feel the very tip of my dick parking your wet lips.

Then I’ll ask you if you’re a boy or a girl. If you tell me you’re a boy, I’ll do nothing. You can just lay there unsatisfied, burning up for me, unable to cum, but I won’t misgender you or disrespect your identity.

But if you tell me you’re a girl, I slide in just a little. Tell me again you’re a girl and I’ll slide in a little more. Now you can start to feel the entire head of my cock entering you. Keep telling me you’re a girl, that you’re faking being trans for attention, that you want me to detrans you, that you want to be a pregnant little housewife. By then I’ll be fucking you in earnest, hard, tough, the way men fuck women.

Lastly, tell me your deadname. That’s who I want to make cum. That’s who I want to cum inside. That’s who I want to be the mother of my babies. Feel my cock pulse inside you once, twice, then a feeling of warm, thick cum filling your unprotected female biology. Feel how your insides tingle with my sperm swimming toward your egg.

Or… just keep telling me you’re a boy.