I'm done with Noëlie (the Brazilian trans prostitute). We met by the subway station, she was waiting for me smoking a cigarette. My first impression of her was positive, she was wearing a red skirt, fishnets and boots. After our introduction, she guided me to her apartment which was within walking distance. She asked if I wanted something to drink and I agreed to some coffee. Out in her balcony I could hear the children playing in the street, yelling in some foreign language. A police car was driving by with the siren on, but otherwise it was a quiet afternoon. Noëlie brought me the handmade iced coffee, as I was halfway through a cigarette. By this point she had taken off her cardigan and was in a half - buttoned shirt. The sun's rays were shining on her tanned breasts, foreshadowing what was to happen in the room. A gentle breeze was caressing both of our bodies and I couldn't wait for us to get inside. I grabbed her by the waist and kissed her.
>>45117983>blogs on /tttt/ about how his fuck with a tranny whore wenti don't think you and i are cut from the same cloth buddy
Larp or a chaser, call it
