This one is just funny little genderqueer love. No triggers.
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She ripped off my hair. Who the fuck does that?
Well, maybe other drag kings have done that in lip sync battles. I guess I’m not really sure, this being my first one and all.
What I didn’t expect when I ripped off her wig back in the dressing room was for her to say, “Oh, you want us to keep taking things off?” And take off my chest plate, my breasts falling out, small enough not to need to be bound, but still perky.
I rip off her pirate-pants and drop to my knees, hoping I didn’t misread this. She’s packed with a stuffed sock in boxers and I quickly discard them. My tongue is much better than any cock, fake or real. I make quick work of showing her, as her hands fall in my real hair, up in a bun, and she shows me she’s really good at staying steady in her 7-inch heels. It’s okay, she’ll be on her knees soon enough.
Smut For Sinners 