RedCherry - Android Aesthetics: Femboy in 2B Cosplay

In a bright bedroom flooded with daytime sunlight, a guy lay on the wide bed in a perfect 2B costume. The short black dress hugged his slender figure tightly, black stockings rose high up his thighs, and a medium-length silvery wig rested softly against the pillow. A dense black blindfold covered his eyes, hiding his gaze but not preventing him from smiling. He had specially prepared this look for an anime cosplay festival and was now clearly enjoying showing it off to his friend, who sat nearby.

— Well, how do I look? — the femboy drawled, turning slightly onto his side and adjusting the edge of the dress. — Everything fits perfectly. Even the blindfold doesn’t slip. Can you imagine how many photos they’ll take?

His friend stayed silent, staring at him. His breathing grew heavier. His hand moved down on its own, and he slowly unzipped his fly, freeing an already very hard cock.

— Hey… what are you doing? — the femboy asked quietly, sensing the movement.

— I can’t hold back anymore… — his friend’s voice cracked. — You’re too…

The femboy smiled, propped himself up on his elbows and leaned closer. His lips first brushed his friend’s cheek, then slowly slid down to his mouth. The kiss turned deep and wet. His tongue slipped inside, exploring. A moment later the femboy lowered himself further, wrapped his fingers around the shaft and ran his tongue over the head, gathering the drop that had already appeared.

— Mm… — he exhaled and slowly took the cock into his mouth, moving his head up and down. Saliva glistened on his lips. He sucked, sometimes releasing it with a quiet wet sound before taking it deeper again, until he heard a low moan above him.

His friend couldn’t take it any longer. He gently pulled the femboy away, helped him turn onto his stomach and lay on top of him, pressing his chest to the femboy’s back. The dress had already been removed and tossed aside along with the stockings. Only the blindfold over his eyes and the medium-length silvery wig spread across the sheet remained. The femboy spread his thighs wider, arched his back and let out a quiet moan when the hot tip pressed against his entrance.

— Slowly… please… — he whispered.

His friend entered gradually, centimeter by centimeter, giving him time to adjust. When he was fully inside, both of them froze. The femboy breathed quickly, fingers clutching the sheet.

— Ah… it feels so good…

The movements began measured. His friend’s hips rose and fell, each thrust drawing a short moan from the femboy. “Nnn… ah… more…” — his voice trembled. The room filled with the sound of skin against skin and heavy breathing. His friend leaned closer, lips brushing an ear:

— Do you like it?

— Yes… a lot… don’t stop…

The pace quickened. The femboy no longer held back his voice — the moans grew louder, sometimes turning into long, pleasure-filled whimpers. He pushed back to meet the thrusts, fingers bunching the sheet. The blindfold shifted slightly from the way he pressed his face into the pillow, but he didn’t fix it. The wig had become tousled, strands sticking to his sweaty neck.

— I’m close… — his friend rasped.

A few more deep thrusts — and he came heavily inside, pressing his whole body against him. Warm fluid filled the femboy. He moaned long and low, feeling every pulse.

When his friend slowly pulled out, the femboy stayed lying on his stomach, satisfied and relaxed. Thick white fluid slowly leaked from him, sliding down the inner side of his thigh and dripping onto the sheet, leaving a small dark stain. He smiled quietly, still wearing the blindfold and the medium-length wig, and murmured:

— …That was better than any festival.