I’d been thinking about it for a while… what it would feel like to be the one in charge. So one winter night, I pulled out my strap — soft silicone, pink and blue like the trans flag — and asked my favorite little femboy if I could try something. I was nervous, but once I got going… oh fuck. The control, the rhythm, the way he moaned under me. The way I stayed hard the entire time. Two cameras saw everything: me giggling and thrusting, holding his hips, getting fully into it. The lighting is low, the vibe is warm and intimate, and the pleasure is real. This was my first time topping — and it won’t be the last.