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MissMiles
| Pan Transgender, 52, Helena, Arkansas
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Hello. Where are you my little boy pet? as a general rule, I delete any inquiries that dont have a picture attached. I am a crossdresser. I am a male who loves to dress as a woman. NOT a transsexual or shemale. REALLLY love womens shoes. xhamster.comusermisslotamiles want more ask... ...there, I deleted your Email without even opening it. I lay my self out there. At least as much as Im willing to share. Its a cursory depiction of who I am. Yet its not the photo of a thigh, or worse no photo AT ALL. My profile infers some substance. Wheres yours?
skypeCarlota Miles
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kik LOTAGURL
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11/28/2021 11:58:34 AM: Jacking off wearing leather gloves. SO fucking horny right now.
11/7/2021 8:09:27 PM: Ideally. I want you to lick my ass. I don't ever want to be someone's submissive or slave. I'll settle for someone's lover.
5/20/2017 4:22:04 PM: yesterdays afternooni built myself up all morning. shaving. removing all the hair from my body with veet. walking around on my toes. oh how i love the way that feels. especially in a pair of platforms. i'd made myself so horny with my fantasies. of course the fantasies rarely turn into satisfying reality. it was a bit of luck the counter man didn't check my bag at the porn theater. i went back to the booths. changed into a mini dress, and a pair of wedge heels and plied what i had. feeling the eyes on me rose my heartbeat. i went into a booth, leaving the door ajar. soon there was a creek at the door jamb. in the doorway stood the silhouette of a brawny figure that reeked of alcohol and the musky scent of cologne. he clutched me lifting me slightly off the floor. i was a feather in his arms. he gripped both cheeks of my ass and massaged them with his meaty hands. lightly fingering my asshole. he spun me around like a top. i was his toy. a willing toy. unseen i heard the zip of his pants opening. he grabbed me, slung my left leg into the air. i embraced the pain as he penetrated my willing hole without lubrication, slamming me into the wall. i sensed i was not the object of his desires. but that didn't matter. i was a surrogate for his passions. with each thrust he beat back all his frustration with such force that my dick slapped between my legs and into my belly. i felt the friction of the paneling on the wall of the booth as he pressed the back of my head. he let out a guttural moan. i could feel his energy release inside me as he lifted me off the floor in short shuddering bursts. it was beyond my fantasies.
5/21/2016 12:53:05 PM: i have my cock hanging out. what's a little advertising among consenting adults? if i don't have your consent you can always block me. isn't america great (again?)?
5/20/2016 6:08:03 AM: i had three local men vying for my attention last weekend. where they at?
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