It was a hot Saturday in Foz do Iguaçu, Paraná, when Carlos took his wife, Joice, to the airport. She wore baggy clothes, a "frog" costume that hid the tiny panties underneath — a secret that Joice would never imagine. He hugged her tenderly, wished her a good trip and watched the plane take off, taking her on a 30-day journey. Little did she know that, as soon as the boarding gate closed, Carlos would bring Carla to life, his hidden persona, an audacious and insatiable crossdresser.

It was after 8pm when Carlos, now alone, began his transformation. He shaved his entire body carefully, feeling the smooth skin under his fingers, gave him a thorough shave and got ready for the night. She chose a short, shiny dress, typical of a roadside prostitute, heavy makeup with bright red lipstick, false eyelashes, huge hoop earrings dangling with every movement, bracelets jingling on her wrists, flashy necklaces around her neck and a long blonde wig that cascaded down to her waist. On her feet were 15 cm clear acrylic heels, which clicked like a warning of her presence. At 10pm, Carlos no longer existed — it was Carla who left the house, a woman ready to devour the night.

With the car windows down, she drove through the neighborhood, showing off to anyone who wanted to see. The hot wind ruffled her wig as she headed downtown. He stopped at a gas station full of young people drinking and laughing loudly. She got out of the car with a practiced twerk, her heels echoing in the courtyard, and went to the convenience store to buy cigarettes. The eyes devoured her — men, women, all transfixed by the scandalous figure that paraded shamelessly. When she left, she lit a cigarette, red lipstick staining the filter, and stood there, swaying and posing provocatively, casting glances at the "males" who surrounded her. Two of them, Joaquim and Paulo, passed her on the way to the bathroom and couldn't resist a flirtation. Carla replied with a naughty smile:

— Do you want to go for a walk with me?

They looked at each other, surprised, but accepted immediately. The three of them got into the car, and as soon as they left the station, Carla already put her hand on Joaquim's pants, sitting next to her. He unceremoniously opened his zipper and exposed his hard cock. She masturbated him while driving, the car zigzagging lightly down the road. In the back seat, Paulo was already touching himself, moaning softly. Carla laughed and reached out to play with him too, before parking at a deserted drive-in. There, she pulled her dress up, revealing her shaved body, and gave her only order:

— Do whatever you want with me, but don't take off your panties. And cum in my mouth. Oh, and film everything.

Joaquim, with a dick harder than a rock, was first. He penetrated Carla's ass with ease — she was already used to breaking in with huge toys at home. Meanwhile, he sucked Paulo voraciously, his moans muffled by the sound of the engine in the background. They switched places, taking turns between her mouth and her ass, until Carla asked for more:

— I want them both in my ass, now. Soon, she had both cocks inside her, a double penetration that made her scream with pleasure. Paulo, on top, announced that he was going to cum and poured everything into his mouth. Joaquim came next, filling her with his hot milk. Satisfied, she left them back at their station, but the night was just beginning.

It was after midnight when Carla drove to Avenida Jorge Schimmelpfeng, one of the busiest in Foz. She parked, lit another cigarette — the taste of cum was still on her tongue — and walked along the median, her heels clicking on the concrete. Cars honked, and she waved provocatively. A black car with four boys passed by, honked, turned around and stopped. They shouted:

— How much do you charge to give to the four of you? — Nothing — she replied, with a smile — as long as they fuck me outdoors, film everything and cum in my mouth.

They agreed right away. Carla knelt down near the passenger door, partially hidden from the avenue, and started sucking all four of them, one by one, sometimes two at the same time. When the first one was about to cum, he put her on all fours and fucked her right there, on the side of the street. She didn't stop sucking the others, taking turns between dicks. The second took her hard, spanking her ass until he came in her mouth. Carla asked to sit on the third one while the fourth one fucked her from behind, another double penetration that ended with them both cumming in her mouth. It was already 3am when she got up, her face covered in cum, pulled down her dress and went back to the car.

But Carla still wasn't satisfied. He decided to cross the Friendship Bridge to Ciudad del Este, in Paraguay. At Brazilian customs, it passed without any problems. In Paraguay, three young guards ordered her to get out of the car. They surrounded her, praising her and singing to her. She was direct:

— Is there a place for you to eat me?

They, astonished, took her to a small room with beds, probably a dormitory. She repeated the rules: without taking off her panties, filming everything and cumming in her mouth. The three of them used her for hours, taking turns in her ass and mouth, until they left with her cum dripping down her face, mouth and wig. Carla lit a cigarette, took a walk around the city and, finally, felt fulfilled: nine males, nine cumshots in her mouth.

On her way back, at Brazilian customs, inspectors stopped her. They saw her state — exhausted, full of cum — and called her colleagues, laughing:

— This one doesn't bring anything illegal, just Paraguayan milk! Carla joined in on the joke: — Yes, fresh milk from Paraguayan customs. If you want to donate more, I accept! They laughed and said they would come back next time. The women on the team joked that they also wanted "milk in their mouths." They dismissed her, and she drove home. It was 7am, the sun rising.

He didn't close the car windows, even in the neighborhood, where neighbors were drinking chimarrão on their balconies. The house, full of internal and external cameras, recorded his arrival. She opened the gate, parked, went to the bedroom and collapsed on the bed, almost passed out.

"First day of Joice's trip", he thought. "Nine males. There are still 29 days to go."