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“Are you effing k**ding me,” scowled the dark-auburn-haired woman with glacier-blue eyes. “That bastard has some nerve.” She closed the email from Wes Brandt after reading it.
The former fuck buddy who could’ve been ’the one’, had just contacted Brooklyn out of nowhere. His note explained that he was sorry for the words he’d said all those years ago. He told her he wished he had thought differently back then, but he was afraid. Apparently, the bastard was also about to get a divorce.
The thought of Wes’ marriage to that woman breaking down came as no surprise to Brooklyn. When they were screwing their brains out almost every Friday when they were both off from work, she could tell he was not happy in his life. She could see his dark-brown eyes light up when he saw year. They were intense and soulful whenever he entered the apex of her femininity. His superb 7½-inch long by 6¼-inch circumference would impale her depths parting her sensuous soft ass cheeks.
Brooklyn was angered all over again even though she’d now found love with another. Those words Wes had said, hurt her to her core. She recalled them and eyes welled.
“I could never seriously be with you cause that be like telling my k**s it’s okay to gay or bi or trans or whatever,” We had intimated flatly and resolutely.
She’d replied by yelling, “I hate you! Get out!”
Wes had walked out of the door never even looking back at her.
The then 32 year-old transsexual was completely and utterly devastated by the eagle scout’s callous words and empty tone. She’d allowed herself to develop real feeling this brawny, broad-shouldered game warden and Army reservist who was married with two c***dren.
She spent the next couple of years trying to get over him. She changed jobs and relocated to put time and space against them. She was now happy working as a reflexologist at a health spa here in Manhattan - Kansas not New York. The small city was quite LGBT friendly which was a primary reason she chose to move there.
Now, six years later that big dick Wes who had always known he was conventionally handsome had the balls to say he had always loved her and that was what scared him. Brooklyn believed his words, but she also thought he was running to familiar surrounding out of fear from impending separation. She resolved not be sucked in ever again. She had traveled down that road twice letting her pound her out and seduce her heart.
Brooklyn closed the app on her phone. She texted her fiance, Randy, to see what he wanted for dinner. The semi-retired carpenter replied that he was craving steaks. He said he’d fire up the grill. She sent back the ‘fork, knife & plate’ and ‘clinking beer mugs’ emojis.
Brooklyn made her way to the home she shared with her 60 year-old soon-to-be husband. But first, she stopped off at the grocery store to buy a tub of mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts that could be quickly grilled or roasted. When she entered the house, Randy was just coming in from the back porch.
The thickset man whose dirty blond hair was now tinged with frosty patches scooped the shopping bags from her hands. He set them on the counter and hugged Brooklyn. He inhaled deeply. His towering, big-boned body dwarfed her. He squeezed her slim waist and said, “I love you, babe!”
“I love you too, Randy!”
They settled down to dinner. They are in front of the TV using tray tables. Afterward, Brooklyn straightened up the kitchen.
“Shower together,” he inquired.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she smiled.
“You should know better,” the divorced fellow reassured her.
In the steam shower, Randy’s calloused hands took a sponge and rubbed it on Brooklyn’s smooth back. Her spent a good bit of time on her rump. “You’ve got the best little ass, girl! Perfect bubble!”
She cooed a thank you.
Randy slipped a large finger into the pink hole.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned.
“Yeah, baby! I need some of that pussy!”
“You’ll get it sweetie,” she affirmed. She turned around and started to lather his hairy torso - she loved his solid chest and dense, sturdy belly. She gently worked her hands on his manhood. She rolled her eyes and giggled.
“What, sweetheart,” he winked.
“You’re already hard,” she laughed.
“You just me on so much.”
“Is that so,” she checked kneeling.
The water rained down her as she opened wide to let Randy’s engorged 7-inch by 7-inch cock. She worked down it and sucked it feverishly. Randy steadied himself pressing hands against the front tiled wall.
“Oh yes, little girl,” he groaned. “Daddy is going to fuck the hell out of your sweet tranny pussy.”
“Mmhmm!”
“Yes, baby! Let’s get out of here.”
Randy shut off the water and hefted his future bride.
She felt extremely vulnerable and safe in his strong arms.
Randy lay her on the bed. He pushed her legs back by the ankles and knelt down to eat her out.
Brooklyn showed her appreciation by moaning and grabbing his block-shaped head.
He climbed atop her. He held her by the underside of her knees.
Brooklyn stared into her lover’s hazel eyes. “I want to feel all of you on top of me,” she whined.
“Yes, little girl.”
Randy leaned down. His massive weight lovingly crushing her tender, twiggy body.
“Fuck me, Daddy! “Fuck your little tranny girl,” she cried.
“That’s right, little girl. Take Daddy’s cock!”
“I love that big White cock,” handsome.
“It ain’t the biggest,” he huffed.
“It’s more than big enough. You’re so damn thick.”
“Yeah! You're the one that made me start wearing magnums.”
“Yeah! You keep busting those regular ones cause yours is so fat!”
“You like him. Cause he sure loves you!”
“I love him! Fuck me! Yesssss!”
Randy relished the feeling of her special place. It grew wetter on his dick by the stroke. As he claimed her his aching balls slammed into her. His bristly, hulking thighs pelted her hairless lower body. His perspiration mixed with hers. “Dammit! I love you,” he barked as he lifted his torso. He now drove his rod into her serious might.
Brooklyn accepted this brutal assault called lovemaking. He had an a****listic look in his eyes. She purred, “Yes, Randy! Give it to me!”
“Arrrrrrgggggh,” he belted. Then he collapsed next to her.
“That was great,” she smiled.
“Yeah,” he exhaled before closing his eyes. “We’ll do it again in the morning.”
She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Of course! Good night, Daddy!” She got out of bed to wash off and watch one of her favorite trashy reality shows.
When she readied herself to crawl into bed next to Randy, she wondered if Wes effing k**ding her. There was no way she would walk away from the snoozing, brutish, kindhearted man.
The former fuck buddy who could’ve been ’the one’, had just contacted Brooklyn out of nowhere. His note explained that he was sorry for the words he’d said all those years ago. He told her he wished he had thought differently back then, but he was afraid. Apparently, the bastard was also about to get a divorce.
The thought of Wes’ marriage to that woman breaking down came as no surprise to Brooklyn. When they were screwing their brains out almost every Friday when they were both off from work, she could tell he was not happy in his life. She could see his dark-brown eyes light up when he saw year. They were intense and soulful whenever he entered the apex of her femininity. His superb 7½-inch long by 6¼-inch circumference would impale her depths parting her sensuous soft ass cheeks.
Brooklyn was angered all over again even though she’d now found love with another. Those words Wes had said, hurt her to her core. She recalled them and eyes welled.
“I could never seriously be with you cause that be like telling my k**s it’s okay to gay or bi or trans or whatever,” We had intimated flatly and resolutely.
She’d replied by yelling, “I hate you! Get out!”
Wes had walked out of the door never even looking back at her.
The then 32 year-old transsexual was completely and utterly devastated by the eagle scout’s callous words and empty tone. She’d allowed herself to develop real feeling this brawny, broad-shouldered game warden and Army reservist who was married with two c***dren.
She spent the next couple of years trying to get over him. She changed jobs and relocated to put time and space against them. She was now happy working as a reflexologist at a health spa here in Manhattan - Kansas not New York. The small city was quite LGBT friendly which was a primary reason she chose to move there.
Now, six years later that big dick Wes who had always known he was conventionally handsome had the balls to say he had always loved her and that was what scared him. Brooklyn believed his words, but she also thought he was running to familiar surrounding out of fear from impending separation. She resolved not be sucked in ever again. She had traveled down that road twice letting her pound her out and seduce her heart.
Brooklyn closed the app on her phone. She texted her fiance, Randy, to see what he wanted for dinner. The semi-retired carpenter replied that he was craving steaks. He said he’d fire up the grill. She sent back the ‘fork, knife & plate’ and ‘clinking beer mugs’ emojis.
Brooklyn made her way to the home she shared with her 60 year-old soon-to-be husband. But first, she stopped off at the grocery store to buy a tub of mashed potatoes and brussel sprouts that could be quickly grilled or roasted. When she entered the house, Randy was just coming in from the back porch.
The thickset man whose dirty blond hair was now tinged with frosty patches scooped the shopping bags from her hands. He set them on the counter and hugged Brooklyn. He inhaled deeply. His towering, big-boned body dwarfed her. He squeezed her slim waist and said, “I love you, babe!”
“I love you too, Randy!”
They settled down to dinner. They are in front of the TV using tray tables. Afterward, Brooklyn straightened up the kitchen.
“Shower together,” he inquired.
“I thought you’d never ask,” she smiled.
“You should know better,” the divorced fellow reassured her.
In the steam shower, Randy’s calloused hands took a sponge and rubbed it on Brooklyn’s smooth back. Her spent a good bit of time on her rump. “You’ve got the best little ass, girl! Perfect bubble!”
She cooed a thank you.
Randy slipped a large finger into the pink hole.
“Oh, Daddy,” she moaned.
“Yeah, baby! I need some of that pussy!”
“You’ll get it sweetie,” she affirmed. She turned around and started to lather his hairy torso - she loved his solid chest and dense, sturdy belly. She gently worked her hands on his manhood. She rolled her eyes and giggled.
“What, sweetheart,” he winked.
“You’re already hard,” she laughed.
“You just me on so much.”
“Is that so,” she checked kneeling.
The water rained down her as she opened wide to let Randy’s engorged 7-inch by 7-inch cock. She worked down it and sucked it feverishly. Randy steadied himself pressing hands against the front tiled wall.
“Oh yes, little girl,” he groaned. “Daddy is going to fuck the hell out of your sweet tranny pussy.”
“Mmhmm!”
“Yes, baby! Let’s get out of here.”
Randy shut off the water and hefted his future bride.
She felt extremely vulnerable and safe in his strong arms.
Randy lay her on the bed. He pushed her legs back by the ankles and knelt down to eat her out.
Brooklyn showed her appreciation by moaning and grabbing his block-shaped head.
He climbed atop her. He held her by the underside of her knees.
Brooklyn stared into her lover’s hazel eyes. “I want to feel all of you on top of me,” she whined.
“Yes, little girl.”
Randy leaned down. His massive weight lovingly crushing her tender, twiggy body.
“Fuck me, Daddy! “Fuck your little tranny girl,” she cried.
“That’s right, little girl. Take Daddy’s cock!”
“I love that big White cock,” handsome.
“It ain’t the biggest,” he huffed.
“It’s more than big enough. You’re so damn thick.”
“Yeah! You're the one that made me start wearing magnums.”
“Yeah! You keep busting those regular ones cause yours is so fat!”
“You like him. Cause he sure loves you!”
“I love him! Fuck me! Yesssss!”
Randy relished the feeling of her special place. It grew wetter on his dick by the stroke. As he claimed her his aching balls slammed into her. His bristly, hulking thighs pelted her hairless lower body. His perspiration mixed with hers. “Dammit! I love you,” he barked as he lifted his torso. He now drove his rod into her serious might.
Brooklyn accepted this brutal assault called lovemaking. He had an a****listic look in his eyes. She purred, “Yes, Randy! Give it to me!”
“Arrrrrrgggggh,” he belted. Then he collapsed next to her.
“That was great,” she smiled.
“Yeah,” he exhaled before closing his eyes. “We’ll do it again in the morning.”
She leaned over and kissed his forehead. “Of course! Good night, Daddy!” She got out of bed to wash off and watch one of her favorite trashy reality shows.
When she readied herself to crawl into bed next to Randy, she wondered if Wes effing k**ding her. There was no way she would walk away from the snoozing, brutish, kindhearted man.
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