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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today I was going to get what I wanted. One way or the other.
I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.
Candy Girl Of The Week Alyssa 1-844-332-2639 ext 202
Hi boys, I’m Alyssa, your Candy Girl of The Week. I am petite and exotic and definitely your Asian Princess.
This is an amazing time for you to get to know me even better, but I should warn you that once you experience some Asian Persuasion, things will never be the same. So, indulge in your craving.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Now, y’all know I love two-girl calls, so this shouldn’t come as a shock, but when Ashley sauntered into the chatroom yesterday, I just knew she’d be an excellent match for me. A wonderful addition to draining balls and rinsing wallets. There was a horny Daddy in chat who just couldn’t say no when his baby girls teased his cock.
It was way too easy to convince him to get on the phone once he took one look at Ashley’s pretty blonde hair and perky little tits. It only got sexier when we got her on the phone!
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I’ve decided I want a man to treat me like he treats his dick. Maybe that sounds funny but think about it. I want him to be thinking of me and touching me constantly. If he treated me like I was his dick, then he would let me make all of his decisions for him. I’d be entirely in charge, and he’d just follow me blindly because of what I desired.
I’d be the most essential thing in his life if he treated me like he does his dick.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
So you have a fantasy you want to play out, and you’ve thought about it every which way from Sunday, but the idea is starting to get stale. You are looking for someone to breathe new life into your dirty little sex scene, and lucky for you, you found me. First, however, I should warn you not to get me started; I don’t come with brakes.
If you feed me lines of a sexy or sensual role-play, I will snatch up the idea and run. Twisting your fantasies into my own little naughty fun. Of course, it’s all with the intention of pleasing you, but you should know I thrive when giving life to role-play.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It had been years since I’d seen my cousin from California. I remembered he was cute and funny, but it was always so awkward when he would stay with us for a few weeks. Like we’re family, but I knew nothing about him. Around that time, I was just figuring out the kind of power and influence I had over men, and I guess you could say, I practiced that visit, by flexing my skills on my poor unsuspecting cousin.
My parents were at work, and (We’ll call him K) K and I were hanging out in my room. I had a ton of makeup and hair accessories all over my vanity, and as he spun around on my stool, K plucked up a massive hair bow and was turning it around in his hands. “How would anyone look cute in something this stupid?” He asked with wrinkles creasing his brow.
Sweet Lovin Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
There’s a trail I run, every morning before I’ve eaten breakfast, through the park near my house. It’s always quiet, and the same faces greet me every day. An older Asian lady, who does her stretches as the sun rises, and a teenage boy who walks his small pet while scrolling on his phone. The birds chirp their morning songs as we all go about our business. Day in, day out.
One morning, an older man appeared. He sits on the bench where the trail bends near the wood line, reading a newspaper and sipping on a fast food cup of coffee. Each time I pass him, my hand lifts in a kind wave, and he always nods his head with a smile. I can’t even recall when he started showing up, but now he is there every day, just like the rest of us.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My boyfriend lay in my arms on our bed, his cock gently being stroked by my hand as he suckled away at my breasts. He blinked those sweet baby blues up at me, and my other hand traced his jaw. I loved watching the way his jaw worked as he latched on. It was our first time regressing him, and he was taking to it like a pro.
He trusted me enough to cuddle in against my warm body and inhale my perfume as I edged his cock. The more I stroked him, the more he started to squirm. Kayla, I want to cum.” He pleaded between kisses against my breasts. Cooed down at him and pinched his cheek.
“Isn’t that cute?” I let go of his cock and folded his diaper over his cock to close the tabs tightly. “But Baby Davey doesn’t always get what he wants.”
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