She doesn't protest. On the contrary, she lets out a sigh that turns into a soft and deep purr, as if she had been waiting for this since the first exchange of glances. She opens her legs even more, raises her hips, and gives you free rein to insist.

You press harder, the oil making your finger slide easily over the hole, marking, pressing, noticing how her body responds, how that hole relaxes under your touch, opening slightly, ready for what's to come.

You start caressing her interior with a finger. It enters easily thanks to the sunscreen. She sighs. You explore further, between her legs, in search of her lower lips. You come across the surprise of two small testicles, depilated, and what you think is a tiny chastity cage.

You feel a small spasm of surprise, and you undo your finger deeply in her anus, letting your weight fall. The finger sinks in without resistance, everything sliding with the sunscreen. Until your hand acts as a stop to the profanation of her little ass. The inner heat envelops your finger, and she moans, arching her hips even more, as if giving you all the access you want. You're encouraged and advance with the other hand between her legs.

But what you touch changes the landscape. Between her legs, now, you reveal two small testicles, perfectly shaved, and a tiny chastity cage, cold and rigid against your lubricated fingers. The surprise runs through your arm, but she doesn't flinch; on the contrary, she squeezes her buttocks against your hand and purrs almost defiantly. You think she's caressing your finger with the inside of her ass.

"Interesting, huh?" she whispers. Now you understand her slightly hoarse voice. She looks at you over her shoulder with a mischievous smile. "Were you expecting something else?"

Her position doesn't change. She remains open, offered, as if she didn't expect any restraint on your part, challenging you to see how far you'll go now that you know her secret.

There's no one in the cove, only the whisper of the sea and your accelerated breathing. You take advantage of the moment, lower your swimsuit, and free your cock, hard, marked with veins, and swollen with repressed desire. You position yourself beside her, holding her well in your hand, and bring your cock directly to her face.

"Look at how you have me," you tell her, voice hoarse, sure, letting the tip almost graze her cheek.

She turns her head, lets her hair fall to one side, and fixes you with her gaze. She smiles, a mix of defiance and pure adoration, and sticks out her tongue, barely grazing the glans, collecting a drop of your moisture with the tip.

"That's what I wanted to see," she whispers, opening her mouth wider, not taking her eyes off yours. "Go ahead, use, do what you want."

Her submission is absolute, and the situation puts you in control without much effort. You have the control, the body of this transvestite monument begging bet...