Darius had told himself it was just drinks. He’d matched with “Lila” on the app, liked the soft pictures, the long lashes, the little black dress. Only after they were already in his car did she laugh, nervous, and say she was a guy under the makeup, a crossdresser, first time meeting anyone in person like this. Darius’s hands tightened on the wheel. He was straight. He’d never touched a man. But Lila’s voice was light, her thighs smooth where the dress rode up, and his cock was already hard against his zipper. They barely made it inside his place. Lila kissed him first, glossy mouth tentativ… Διαβάστε περισσότερα