Feminine crossdresser fiction why did the sissy cross the road
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An orchestra of engines and blaring horns played a chaotic symphony on the busy road and even with a blindfold padlocked into place, Paul felt well and truly like he was in a front-row seat. Through glossy purple painted lips he lamented the day he ‘d told his girlfriend Rita that he wanted
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