Trans Street Hookers #06

I was cruising the block, horizon as short as my cash, when this dime sidled up waving the goods. Figured quick snack, a standup fuck, and I could be back on my phone by eleven. Then Bianca flipped the script and shoved her she-dick straight up in the moonlight. Started laughing—she-laughed too—then the sweat really started flying. Tongue deep on both ends, throats stuffed, heels back for ass traffic at lightspeed. Whole business flipped from dirty pop-under to real ride, ending exactly where those fuzzy porn plots swear it never does—loud, wet, and way too fucking loud for residential streets.