The Tranny Train By: Sammy Walker

It was a cold Sunday night or should I say Sinday, Big Rose was busy the bar leaning on the Wooden chair hair Neatly done and arranged like a bunch of Rich hay, she looked sweet, a thin lady with a blessed feminine structure wearing a gown to match , her position in the bar was too strategic, closely awaiting the catch, suddenly kunle walks in, he's a Tall male with The figure of an active athlete, probably basketball because he could cup his hands well, their eyes quickly meet and for the obvious reason he heads towards her direction and then hits her up with a request to buy her a drink, and after some brutal shots of whiskey, they leave to head to his place, it was a really nice place, clean for a bachelor but who was she to act innocent she had been in various apartments, not like she's enlisted in any outreach program, you get what I mean, and after they reach his place, kunle romantically starts kissing her and that went well and then... And then oh well... Let's just say.. kunle now found out the reason Rose was called Big..
Rose had a Dick
Fuck ... She was probably bigger than he was....

Bar problems...

©Sammy Walker

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