With each thrust, I lose myself. An endless climax, etched into my anus. The dimly lit room is filled with the passion of a man and the sweet scent of sweat rising from a body that mimics a woman's. His "false peace," as he acts innocently as a cross-dressing boy, is mercilessly trampled upon by the hard heat that invades his deepest parts. "Squish..." The vulgar sound of mucous membranes meeting a hot mass breaks the silence...