Crossdressing titsie a request fiction


Chris sighed deeply and leaned against the studio ‘s whitewall. a brief moment of
reflection while the photographer reloaded f’dm into his camera. The spotlights
burned hot and he could feel the latex even tighter on his body than normal. like a
second skin that embraced him. coccooned h’nn…that imprisoned him.

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