Switchy Trans Threesome Powerplay: Tied, Ridden, Fisted

It starts with rope. I tie him down—tight—his cock already twitching from anticipation. He moans through the gag as I climb on top and sit on his face, grinding while he gasps for breath under me. He's mine. And soon, he's ours. J joins in—teasing him, riding him, laughing while his whole body shakes beneath her. She takes his cock down her throat like it belongs to her, while I work my fingers into his ass until he stretches open around me. Moans turn into desperate as I fist him slowly, watching his body shake with overstimulation. We pass him back and forth. One of us riding. One of us fisting. One of us licking the sweat off the other's skin. It's raw, switchy, filthy chemistry—trans bodies worshipped, used, and satisfied. He begged for a threesome. He got wrecked by two.