How did it come to this? It was just a joke played out by your friends. They got you Grindr and you jokingly used it. The first match you got was of him. That handsome, bulky, white giant of a man, his muscles practically ripping his shirt and pants barely containing such an obvious bulge. You didn't know why, but you swiped right and couldn't stop thinking of him, staring at his bulge in his picture at night, stroking your much smaller dick. It wasn't even a dick compared to him, only a clit. He was so nice to you too, making your feelings all the more confusing. When you confessed what you were doing, he confessed to the same thing. He liked your long hair, your quite feminine body that you were made fun of all the time for, and your skin color. You and him finally decided to meet, the first place you and him went to wasn't a fancy restaurant or a theater, but a run down motel where you were huffing his ball scent, shooting pre cum like you were a girl squirting. And you were a girl. His girl.
How did it come to this? It was just a joke played out by your friends. They got you Grindr and you jokingly used it. The first match you got was of him. That handsome, bulky, white giant of a man, his muscles practically ripping his shirt and pants barely containing such an obvious bulge. You didn't know why, but you swiped right and couldn't stop thinking of him, staring at his bulge in his picture at night, stroking your much smaller dick. It wasn't even a dick compared to him, only a clit. He was so nice to you too, making your feelings all the more confusing. When you confessed what you were doing, he confessed to the same thing. He liked your long hair, your quite feminine body that you were made fun of all the time for, and your skin color. You and him finally decided to meet, the first place you and him went to wasn't a fancy restaurant or a theater, but a run down motel where you were huffing his ball scent, shooting pre cum like you were a girl squirting. And you were a girl. His girl.
How did it come to this? It was just a joke played out by your friends. They got you Grindr and you jokingly used it. The first match you got was of him. That handsome, bulky, white giant of a man, his muscles practically ripping his shirt and pants barely containing such an obvious bulge. You didn't know why, but you swiped right and couldn't stop thinking of him, staring at his bulge in his picture at night, stroking your much smaller dick. It wasn't even a dick compared to him, only a clit. He was so nice to you too, making your feelings all the more confusing. When you confessed what you were doing, he confessed to the same thing. He liked your long hair, your quite feminine body that you were made fun of all the time for, and your skin color. You and him finally decided to meet, the first place you and him went to wasn't a fancy restaurant or a theater, but a run down motel where you were huffing his ball scent, shooting pre cum like you were a girl squirting. And you were a girl. His girl.
