Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

My son was back from college on a break and brought a few of his friends with him. Of course, being the loving mother that I am, I let them all stay at the house. One of his friends in particular kept shooting me glances all night, so I thought it might be a good time for some sexy lingerie shopping before I seduced him.

I got dressed and wore a sexy, loose-fitting backless tank top, with no bra (since I was shopping for a new one). The store was ten minutes away and I was ready for my sexy shopping spree. I perused the shelves looking for the best option, something that stuck out at me.

Red always stands out to me. It’s a powerful, seductive color that stops all the men and says, “Look at me Bitch, and bow down before your Goddess!” What woman doesn’t want to feel like an all-powerful Goddess, seducing every man that comes her way!

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probably a CEO

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I don’t even look up from my laptop as I hear the hesitation in his footsteps. I know exactly the type of man who is standing on the other side of my mahogany door. It’s a man of stature, probably a CEO or a surgeon. Someone who spends his days forcing the world to bend to his will. Here; however, he is anything but.

“Come in,” I say, calmly. His posture is already collapsing into the familiar slouch of a man desperate to be relieved of his own authority. He is shaking, just slightly. I love that tremor. It’s the sound of a man discovering that the weight of the world is too heavy and he’s finally found someone who can crush him under it. And, boy, do I love crushing a man.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

You can’t call me because “she’s” there. It’s an excuse I’m growing tired of. When we’re together, you claim I know you better than her. That I give you the things she’d never even think to give you. You’ve said I take you places she’s too afraid to explore. Wifey-poo is terribly selfish and never thinks of your feelings, and yet…

Yet you refuse to leave her. Why do you stay when it’s clear she’ll never be me? Your lazy, uncouth wife will never come close to making you as happy and satisfied as I do. The choice is yours; after all, I’d never force you into something you didn’t want to do, but the longer you stay in your sad, little comfort zone, the better the chance is of you losing me.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

 

Do you have a go-to snack in the kitchen? Something a little sweet, that can be grabbed out of a jar, and eaten quickly as you do other things. Mine is marshmallows or chocolate chips. Both are easy to eat on the go, and satisfy, albeit temporarily, a sweet tooth. Imagine my surprise when a friend came over who had never indulged in a sweet snack from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” My friend asked as I popped a handful of marshmallows in my mouth.

“Having a snack?” I responded, glancing over at my friend across the island countertop. “Would you like some?” I stretched my hand out, offering a handful of nearly gooey marshmallows to him.

“I’ve never had these. What are they?” He gingerly picks one up and gives it an experimental squeeze.

“You’ve never had marshmallows before?” I was dumbfounded.

“No. Growing up we ate mostly rice and vegetables. Occasionally we’d get to have meat. What is a marshmallow?” He responded, continuing to squish the malleable treat in his fingers.

“It’s kind of sweet? Sort of chewy and gooey. It’s very sticky when it melts.” I tried to describe it. I had no clue what…

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, why can’t I get enough?” I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“She will let me eat her pussy for hours and it’s still not enough. Am I addicted to eating pussy? What is wrong with me? Is there anyone else in the world like this? Am I weird?”

He went on to tell me that when she sleeps or leaves the house, he rummages through the dirty clothes hamper to retrieve her dirty panties. Then he sucks them clean while he masturbates. And when there are no more dirty panties, he begins to panic. The days she won’t let him eat her pussy are torture. He goes through withdrawals. Then he told me that there have even been times through the years when he tasted other men’s cum in her panties. But he said the crazy part was that it turned him on so much. He would actually hope she was out fucking someone else. His cock would get so hard in anticipation. And his absolute ultimate fantasy was when he would taste another man’s cum in her pussy while he was eating it.

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On Top Of The Mesa

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.

I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.

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blowjob

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Working all day long, you deserve a good cock swallowing. Your day is so stressful. You need a warm mouth that can melt away all the stress at night. I have one waiting for you right here.

I’ve been craving the taste of you all day. I’m already on my knees, ready for my meal when you come home. I got addicted to the salty taste of man milk, and you’re my favorite supplier. My mouth waters when I imagine your legs spread in front of me and that throbbing cock standing at attention in my face. The feminine desire to worship your power is overwhelming. Every swollen, sensitive inch deserves to be tickled and tasted. 

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Amber,” Kevin had whispered. His hands trembled as he knelt on my bistro rug. “I’ll do anything you want. I’ll quit my job, I’ll learn to braid your hair, I’ll even stop complaining about the thermostat.” I simply stared at him, with a deep, existential exhaustion. Kevin was a lovely guy. He was a “picker-upper” of dropped grocery bags and a “text-you-back-in-thirty-seconds” kind of soul. But he was also essentially the guy who looked to me for validation every time he successfully navigated a social interaction.

My dating life had become a parade of men who treated me like a fragile porcelain doll placed on a mantle. They were terrified of upsetting me, terrified of taking the lead, and frankly, terrified of the very thing that made a woman’s pulse actually race. Last week, a beta named Marcus had tried to “ask for consent” to hold my hand while we were mid-kiss. My response was to ask if he wanted me to fill out a consent form. He left, feeling insulted. lol

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Prom Makes Daddy Jelly

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

I had a blast at prom! My boyfriend and I fucked in the back of his car right in my driveway. I assumed my parents were asleep since it was late and they are old, but Daddy was sitting in his chair when I tiptoed in the door. “Oh, Hi.” I squeaked as he stood up and stormed over to me.

“Is he bigger than me?” Daddy demanded, and I covered my mouth trying not to giggle. Every penis I’d ever seen in my life was bigger than Daddy’s.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Donnie came down to Mistress Melanie’s Dungeon of horror, ready and excited to get punished for the day. My assistant took him downstairs for me to wait until I gave the next steps. I wanted him nervous with anticipation, so I arrived downstairs an hour later. He heard my stilettos click clacking on the cement stairs, and his puny pecker grew.

The first thing I said to dear little Donnie was “Do I seem like the type to give you a little spanking when you’ve done something wrong?” He looked at me in astonishment and in a submissive tone said, “No.” He was being such a good little boy with his answers, and said again, “Good, now open that toy box and pick one that hurts because you deserve a proper punishment for today.”

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