It neared dusk at ValueStar Motor Lodge which sat smack dab in the middle of the hood. Inside of Room Twelve, an average height, chubby, brown-skinned femboy repeated the douche. He let out the stream of lukewarm water and turned around to study the toilet as the hip hop music blared in the backgrou... read more
“Oh, naw! I’m straight,” the slim, sinewy-built man replied matter-of-factly to revelation. “What’s that got to do with anything,” cooed the milk-chocolate-complected vixen, playfully grazing the man’s hard chest. “Damn, why you ask it like that,” he scoffed. “Like what,” the sing-songy-voiced c... read more
