“Oh hey, dude! What’s up?” you hear the voice of your neighbor and friend Sarah calling from across the hall of your apartment building. She had moved in across from you about a year and a half ago, and since then, you two had become pretty fast friends, going to the gym, shopping, and hanging out together often.
In that time, you had developed a bit of a crush on Sarah; her hair was dyed black, along with her fingernails and heavy black lipstick and eyeliner, and she had nice curves, with medium-small breasts and a voluptuous ass with pale, thick thighs. A few months ago, the two of you hooked up one drunken night, an experience which confirmed, among other things, that she had pierced nipples, and a penis a little bit larger than your own. You had always suspected that your friend Sarah might be trans, but had always been nervous to bring it up. The two of you had a fun night, but agreed that it was a one-time thing and remained good friends.
Sarah rounds the corner of the hallway and starts walking towards you, her curvy thighs gripped tightly by her artfully torn fishnet stockings, barely able to keep her pale flesh from pouring out of them. She’s tall with dark, penciled eyebrows that would give her an intimidating look if you didn’t know her so well. You find your eyes peeking down at her tight, ripped-bottom booty shorts and the slight bulge at her crotch, before you meet here eyes and return her greeting.
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