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Tranny Snow Job

tranny phone sexThe cold wind blew up my miniskirt, chilling my hairless nutsac. Being a tranny has its hazards but I wouldn’t trade these sexy clothes for a snowsuit. I had a date tonight with a new guy. He was totally unaware of what I was. They were always the best kind. Seriously, I could cum from the look on their face when they discovered my secret. A man with his hand on a cock has two choices. Run or suck it. And deep down, I believed most men were faggots at heart. They all had that secret craving at least to touch one. Sure, they acted all straight but the thought ran through the darkest part of the brain. The minute they got that hot hand on a cock, they knew what to do with it. They salivated. They forgot that they were straight or even married. They became eager little faggots straining to pull every drop of cum from my balls. They couldn’t wait to pound my tight ladyboy pussy or to have my teen tranny cock buried in their own ass-cunt. So, tonight, forget about the cold and the snow. Forget about that ice-cold bitch at home. It’s time for some heat-generating tranny phone sex fucking.


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