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Let's face it... All of us are imaging what we are seeing is us.... We meet a tranny at a bar, strike up a conversation, bring up sex and then, when we agree that sex is why we are there speaking to each other.. We leave and go back to our hotel or her home... What is the first thing you would want to do when the door closed behind you? I can only speak for myself. I would want to kneel down, see her skirt hem rise and watch as she slides her sissy cock out from her panties and aim it towards my open, waiting mouth. Then I would suck her femme cock,,, because that is why I'd be in that bar looking for a trans rather than just a gay guy.
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إلى JTuck : Well said. This played out for me in Bangkok at Nana's at a Ladyboy bar. At first I was nervous going inside. Then I saw everyday average guys there drinking. I brought back a Ladyboy to my hotel and had the most incredible sex ever! And I swallowed her load which tasted amazing. Now I'm addicted.
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