The bedroom was dimly lit, casting long shadows that danced on the walls. The posters of rock bands and sports stars that adorned the room seemed to watch with eager eyes as the door creaked open.
In walked the tomboy, a muscular and athletic woman with a smirk on her face. Her eyes glinted with mischief as she took in the sight before her. The femboy, dressed in lacy lingerie and high heels, was tied to the bed, his hands bound above his head. He looked up at the tomboy with a mix of fear and excitement, his chest heaving with anticipation.
The tomboy approached the bed, her thighs rubbing together as she walked. She leaned over the femboy, her breath hot on his face. "You look pathetic," she said, her voice low and husky. "Begging for my attention like a little bitch."
The femboy whimpered, his eyes filling with tears. "Please, I'll do anything you want," he pleaded.
The tomboy grinned, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "I know you will," she said, straddling the femboy's chest. She wrapped her thighs around his neck, squeezing gently. The femboy gasped for air, his face turning red.
The tomboy's grin widened as she felt the femboy's struggles beneath her. She tightened her legs, cutting off his air supply. The femboy's pleas turned into choked cries, his tears streaming down his face.
The tomboy's eyes darkened with desire as she watched him. She reached down, sliding her hand into her pants. She began to masturbate, her moans mixing with the femboy's cries.
The femboy's struggles weakened, his body going limp beneath her. The tomboy's eyes rolled back in pleasure as she felt him slipping away. She continued to squeeze, her orgasm building inside her. The femboy's cries turned into whimpers, then silence.
The tomboy's orgasm crashed over her, her body shaking with pleasure. She collapsed onto the bed, her legs still wrapped around the femboy's neck. She looked down at him, his eyes blank and unseeing. A smirk crossed her face as she realized what she'd done.
"You were pathetic until the end," she said, her voice filled with mock sadness. "But at least you died doing what you loved. Begging for my attention."
She untied the femboy's hands, letting his body fall to the bed. She stood up, stretching her muscles. She looked around the room, her eyes settling on a picture of a rock band. She grinned, her mind already planning her next move.
The night was still young, and the tomboy was just getting started.
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