I over hear you give your cell to the hotel clerk while checking in. I text you my pic about 20mins later knowing you’re from out of town. “I’m a very discrete crossdress, tipsy, and horny. Would you like to come to my room to have a beer?” What
We are both traps, but our needs lie in different parts of our bodies, you need your little hole stuffed, and i need a hole to stuff my thing inside aren't we perfect for each other?