Languages: English
Location: United States
Smokes/Drinks: 420/no
Interested In: Women, Men, Couples, Trans
Body Type: Petite w/ curves
Seriously though, I was beyond caring. This is what I think. "Numbers On Snapchat Story Meaning, Shemale" Really? Have you EVER been with a woman or a womanizer? Hell, I went to the movies once, and even then, I was surprised by how good the movie sucked. This was before the "chat" apps like WeChat or Numbers On Snapchat Story Meaning came along, if you will excuse the pun, right? I just knew I would enjoy this. This is what I learned. I cannot remember exactly how the story ended. But the end of the story is this. On the night of the parties, Numbers On Snapchat Story Meaning volunteered to be my stripper. I thought she was so sweet, as we waited in line, waiting by the ATM until the lights were finally turned on. I asked "what time should I go?" She said, "At 18:18, please." Little did she know what that meant. She would be my stripper the entire night.
By the time the lights came on, I had bags of cash, my stripper's outfit and a sizable stash of women's underwear strewn about. I was ready to bust a cap. I took off my clothing and was waiting in line to be roughed up. I was an awkward teenager, quiet, awkward, awkward. I thought of no one. I thought I had no interest in girls. Well, I did have an interest in old women, in old men. I thought maybe I had that in me, but, oh, boy, was I wrong! I had an interest! After paying the $18 dress fee, I was given a pack of cigarettes and a cigarette, along with my $18 stripper's outfit. Then I was alone again. All alone! "Numbers On Snapchat Story Meaning?" The words stuttered out. "Shhh," I whispered back.
"Nothing. Go to sleep. Play with your tits. Come back here, I'll fix you." "Why?" She sat up and crossed her legs. "Because if I'm honest, there's something really sexy about losing control. Especially when it's someone you trust." "A lover? I had a crush on Her at one point." She scratched the top of her breast with one finger. "No, I don't think so. It wasn't a crush. It was just that...when I thought of Her, I was led to believe that I would always be Her lover. That I would always obey Her commands to the letter. And I'd always do whatever She wanted, whenever She wanted..
Then she sucks and rides this magic love pole over and over again and you'll enjoy watching.
I started by washing her ass, legs, feet and then her spitting it out and let in explode all over her face.
She squeezes her tits while she sends messages to her audience.