Thousand Year Delight: She-Male Erotica

I pulled her and the chopsticks closer to me while shutting the door with my other hand. I kissed her smooth face and mouth, smelling her sweet fragrance. Jasmine flowers? She was a great kisser--very soft, full lips. Plus she didn't overdo it in the tongue action department like other gals. I liked the subtlety. I started to undo the zipper on the back of her skirt. I shoved my hands under her cotton panties, and I could feel her perfect bubble butt. One of my fingers found her taut asshole. Her sphincter twitched with anti-cipation as I rubbed my thick finger over it. Even more surprising, I could feel her hard dick (!?!?) mashing against mine.
“Me ladyboy,” she giggled while batting her eyelashes and letting out a little giggle. “You like, ladyboys?”
"Yeah, I like ladyboys. Boy, do I ever," I replied. I took the chopsticks and lay them on a nearby counter and led her to the bedroom.
I smiled one of my wide grins. Oh, man, am I a lucky guy. I love me some she-male ass. The best blowjob I ever got was from a t-girl named Chupita from Tijuana when I was still in The Corps in Camp Pendleton. I dunno why but I like that little something extra…