BaltimoreTwilightMarauder
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Thats on you breh.True story. I had just moved into a crib in Baltimore. It was a summer night and I was smoking on my steps. The street I lived on was right in the middle of a heavy prostitution area. Little did I know, this was a heavy tranny area (what non crackhead sells p*ssy on the block anymore, should’ve knew) The mf came over and we started smoking. Fast forward we went inside.
During this whole time, I didn’t have any suspicions, the mf sounded like a girl, looked like one, had boobs and all. I’m #handsomegang so I’m thinking I’m just getting lucky with a whore. So no foreplay, we just start having sex. A minute or two in, I’m reaching for the clit and the mf is blocking me. I keep trying and then I feel something like a cup, something you wear during sports. Then it suddenly dawned on me. I suddenly stop and just freeze. The mf asked me what’s wrong and I was just silent, realizing what tf I had just done. It was a solid two minutes I’m just frozen looking up at the ceiling. I then start cursing the mf out and they left.

You really trying to pick up random hookers off the street? And in Baltimore? You engaged in some straight gay shyt bro. No "hoodwinking" involved in that one.



then seeing the look on his face when he don't hit the slit but then also seeing him still round the "girl" like 



just aimlessly thumbing through cases and looking out his peripheral with this stifled grin on his face.
and when he finally looks up to see my expression while the treh is standing their in front of me, he pulls his shirt over his mouth and dips off behind the apparell section, knowing damn well he's laughing his ass off.




"for real?"




