I shouldn’t be doing this… but I can’t stop. I’m home with family just a few feet away, but my girlcock is so hard I can barely think. I pull my pants down, just enough. I stroke in silence, biting my lip, breathing through my nose, trying not to make a sound. Every slow edge feels dangerous—every moan I swallow could get me caught. This is a filthy, risky JOI fantasy come to life: a trans girl stroking her cock under the constant threat of being heard. You’ll see me squirm, grip the sheets, clench my thighs, and hover right on the edge—again and again. Will I finish? Or will I get caught?
