“You’re overdressed!” the black guy in the party called out, a broad grin all over his face. He had kind but incredibly hungry eyes, and they burned into me like hot coals.
I turned my back on the audience, facing the red velvet curtain that was draped at the rear of the stage. I then pulled my top up over my head – a little unhappy that I’d forgone wearing a bra for the evening, since that meant that I was instantly topless – and dropped it to the stage. I took a big, deep breath and spun around on my vertiginous heels, my arms spread wide by my sides.
The bachelor party went wild at the sight of my bare shemale t**s. They clapped and cheered and whistled as I wiggled my chest to make my firm, tanned breasts wobble in their direction. My n*****s stiffened in an instant and stood proudly
