Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Ever since I was young, I’ve been the kind of woman who wanted the things I was told I couldn’t have. The high-paying career that crushes most men’s salary, the dangerously fast car that is too powerful for little old Francie. I don’t know what it is about being told I can’t have something that makes me desire it so much more. And now, I want another woman’s husband because he told me he’d never cheat on her.
Never say never. I always take what I want.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I can not tell you how pathetic this caller is. The one thing he’s good for is a fucking laugh. He always rings me up when he’s feeling needy for something a grown man should never want. Taboo is one of my favorites, so typically, I’d be excited to discuss those forbidden desires, but here’s the thing. This dumdum likes to chant the stupidest stuff to blow his load.
“Dumdum wants to cumcum! Dumdum wants to cumcum” I mean, how the FUCK does a woman take that seriously? I guess that’s why his tastes are for jailbait.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
After a date with my bull, my body was exhausted. Sore in all kinds of places and leaking. All I wanted was a warm welcome from my cuckold boyfriend. For him to hug me, kiss down my body, and clean the bull’s cum from my cunt. Then I wanted a hot bubble bath, drawn by my sweet cuckie, and to pass out.
However, When I got home, my cuck of a boyfriend wasn’t waiting on his knees in the foyer or on the couch waiting patiently. I put down my bags and wandered to the bedroom to find him lying on the bed. He yanked his hand out of his boxers, looking incredibly guilty, and I sighed. “Did you have permission to touch your stupid dick while I was gone?”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Walking home, all alone, I was blissfully unaware that I was being followed. Skipping along the side of the road in my pleated schoolgirl skirt and knee-high stockings, the music in my ears was all I could think about. I didn’t consider the fact that my white cotton panties showed every time I kicked my knees up to skip or how dangerous it was to be unaware.
I think it was when I stepped onto my porch, that first step, that I realized something was off. A sixth sense kicked in as I pushed the key into the door. Much too late, however, to save me from the dangerous man who had followed me home.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Ryan and I were having such a hot night. I was just about to sit back on his giant cock, but when my pussy felt that sticky latex covering his beautiful cock, I reached back and curled my finger around the tip of the cock blocking condom. I twirled my finger around it as I started to pull up.
“Hey, what are you doing?” He chuckled and held the base of the condom as it climbed up his massive shaft. I looked over my shoulder, right into his eyes, and made my demands.
“Breed me raw.”
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Have you seen little dick Denise? He called me the other day and begged me to suck on my tits. When I asked him why he wanted to so badly, he said because no one ever lets him. Poor little Denise has a three-inch penis, and every time he managed to get a girlfriend, if his pants came down and she saw the pathetic lump of flesh, she’d laugh and fuck his big dicked roommate instead.
You can imagine how sad this virgin bitch is. However, his fantasy tickled me, so I’m going to tell you about it.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older and realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.
They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a reoccurring lust for my long leg.
Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Fake Submissives disgust me. When I get home, you better not be there. You won’t. Take everything with you. I don’t even care if you take my stuff at this point; I just want you out before I get home. The only thing you’re allowed to leave behind is your flesh. We agreed it belonged to me.
Francie xXx 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Have you ever gotten that text? “What are you doing?” Maybe it’s just me, but I think those four words hold so much promise. Last night, I was bored and wanted to have some fun. Some productive fun. I’d ordered a new fuck machine and really wanted to test it out on a willing victim.
Sure, I know what you’re thinking, “willing?” Yes. Most often, I do like to take my prey by surprise, but I wanted an honest review of my new toy, so I texted my girlfriend to see if she’d be up for a bit of experimenting.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’m here to service myself. I like getting off, but none of you boys can ever do it right. Honestly, it’s frustrating as hell, so I’m taking matters into my own hands.
The next person who calls me is getting tied up in my living room. Hands above your head, feet forced apart by a spreader bar, and a lot of shibari work to build a harness with a loop on each side in case I need to flip you or fasten you to a cable from the ceiling. I’m genuinely really excited to make you into a sex toy. I think I’ll even assemble a pulley system to easily hoist you up to the ceiling when I’m not using you.