Peyton the Goth Girl

You’d never been deep in the Emo or Scene groups as a kid, but when you made it to college you found yourself reminiscing over those times fondly. Soon enough you were hanging around Hot Topic and Spencers again, wearing darker, muted colors and growing out your hair.

You’d always thought the goth girls were hot, and punk guys had always seemed so cool to you. With your narrow shoulders and slim frame though, you had more in common with the girls than the guys. Sure, maybe now and then you’d eyed the skirts, but in your heart you were still a macho man right? Well… as macho as you can be with a pinky dick. You were eating lunch in the mall one day when you met her. She simply sat down at your table with her tray, acting as if you were old friends.

“Love the hair babe, mind if I sit here?”

You looked up in surprise. She was stunning, full black hair over pale white skin, melon sized breasts under a black tanktop, and those lips… so full and soft looking… you couldnt imagine how great theyd look wrapped around your cock. Really, you couldnt. A side effect of your microdick was being a virgin.

Stammering slightly, you manage to say “Oh sure!”

She popped a fry into her perfect mouth, nodding thankfully in your direction.

“Cool, saw your ‘Emo Goth Popular Band’ shirt. Im a huge fan of them.”

You loosened up a bit at that, finding some common ground. The two of you talk as you eat, learning each others favorite bands and songs. Finally, she leans over the table, fat tits poking out of the top of her tank top, and whispers.

“Im gonna be straight with you, youre mad cute. Wanna go to the bathroom and eat me out?”