bikers bitch

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cross dresser, wrong time, wrong place.
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I had not expected
to be in this
part of town.
Wearing a wig
make up
high heels
and women's clothes.
But a wrong
turn.
A flat tire.
Now
every man in the place.
In the bar.
Every one of these
Bikers
expects
intends
to have me tonight.
Every one of them
will have me
as his bitch.
My skirt hiked
up.
My panties pulled
down.
A cock in my
ass.
Pounding.
One in my
mouth.
Heading to
my throat.
Two
and the three
who've already
had me.
That leaves about
fifteen
or so more
to go.
This
is the best
night
of my
life.

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