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Isabelle (1-844-33-CANDY) #464

The Mile High Club was something I’ve only read about since I’ve wanted to experience it. As the older man with silver temples guided me toward the cramped airplane lavatory, I knew this was happening. He’d been watching me since boarding. His gaze was bold and appreciative. When he’d passed my seat, he leaned down to whisper, ” Join me in five minutes if you’re adventurous”.

Now locked in the tiny space. His mouth was on my neck, smelled like whiskey and mint as his lips pressed against mine. I could feel his hard dick through his expensive trousers, thick and insistent against my belly. “I’ve wanted to bend you over since I saw you boarding”. He growled, his fingers deftly unbuttoning my jeans. I moaned as he put his hand over my mouth, as the other one was in my panties, his experienced fingers finding my clit immediately.”Turn around,” he commanded.”Hands on the sink”.

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Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464

I spent the whole day teasing my neighbor like the slutty bratty girl that I am in my tiny bikini and cut-off shorts as I garden. The way he kept “accidentally” walking by as I kept bending over as I was pulling the weeds was adorable. His wife was home too, which made it even more deliciously naughty.

Tonight I’m feeling particularly bratty and decided to wear my shortest skirt with no panties to the corner bar. keeps looking down when I “accidentally” drop my napkin, and I slowly bend down to pick it up. I’ve already gotten three free drinks in an hour; I swear I’m the luckiest.

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Isabelle 1844-33-candy ext 464

More than anything, I need the bound feeling of the rough hemp biting into my soft skin. I cherish that intense moment when the rope tightens, leaving me immobile and entirely at the trigger’s mercy. My breath catches as the first knot ensnares me in a web of sweet restraint and dark longing. It’s a dizzying high, knowing that I am helpless, fully exposed, and entirely vulnerable to whatever twisted pleasure comes next.

There’s something addicting about being wrapped up tight, every knot a tease, every pull of the rope a reminder that I’m not the one in control, even when I pretend I am. That tension between obedience and defiance, that’s the fun part of the play, I’ll provoke just enough, twist, and pout, maybe talk back, but only see what it takes to make him pull the rope tighter.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

It’s Thanksgiving Day and I’m ready to get stuffed. I invited the last three guys I fucked. Their names were Kevin, Mark and James. We had a huge feast laid out on the table and spent a few hours eating, chatting and getting to know each other more, and then it was time for dessert. We cleared off the table and put a new purple tablecloth over the table, and I laid down on it.

I was already so horny, and my pussy was already nice and wet. James started and stuffed his nine-inch meaty cock into my pussy to get his cock all lubed up. I knew what he really wanted to do. He wanted to stuff me in the ass. So, he pulled out of my pussy, and I felt the head of his cock at my asshole entrance. He pushed further and further in, and I screamed in great pleasure.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

In Part One, Mark made me cum over and over from a vibrator, but let’s see what he can do with his eight-inch-thick cock today. My pussy was still soaking wet and so sensitive. I could feel it pulse and vibrate through my whole body, but I was ready for some more.

Mark untied my hands and feet from the bed so he could bend me in any position he wanted me in. My body was weak and lifeless, so I just let him take control of me. He kept me on my back and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He put my legs up in the air, resting over his shoulders and I felt the head of his cock enter my pussy.

Every time he thrust in and out of me, his cock rubbed against my clit, and I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. He grabbed on to me and thrust, deep and hard. After a few moments, I felt my entire body tremble and felt the pussy juices flowing all over his cock. They flowed so hard it pushed his cock out.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

Have you ever just wanted to cum and cum and cum? Sometimes I can only cum once and I’m done, but I’ve had dreams of having multiple cum sessions. I called up my friend Mark to see if he would be willing to experiment with me and he agreed. He would tie me up to the bed and use toys on me and then end with an amazing fuck. Let’s see how it goes.

Mark came over and I told him to just come upstairs and meet me in my bedroom. I was wearing a lilac silk babydoll with a matching thong. I had purple makeup on to match, and my lips were so shiny and sleek. I asked him to tie me up to my four-poster bed. We used four ties to tie up my wrists and ankles.

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Nadia 1-844-332-2639 ext. 377

The textbook lay open between us, its glossy pages filled with some diagrams of the renal system. Neither of us was even merely looking at it, let alone studying. ‘What if she isn’t bisexual like me?’ I thought to myself, as Maya’s leg was pressed against mine under the small library table, a point of searing contact that sent a jolt straight up my spine with every slight shift she made. We were supposed to be quizzing each other on nephrons and glomeruli, but all I could focus on was the scent of her girly strawberry shampoo. Noticeably, the way her lower lip was caught between her teeth in concentration had me in awe of her.

She finally broke the silence, and her voice was a low murmur that was meant for my ears alone. “Fuck this,” she whispered, her eyes dark and locked on mine. “I can’t think about anything else but us fucking.” She didn’t wait for an answer. In one fluid motion, Maya pushed her chair back, grabbed my hand, and pulled me up from the table.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Hey sexy creatures. I usually like to stay clean unless it’s a mess of cum. But tonight, I think we are going to get dirty and sticky with some chocolate sauce. It was a Wednesday morning, and I invited my friend Gary over to have some fun. Everyone knows my favorite color is purple, but tonight, I chose to wear a matching red lingerie set with a sexy little thong bottom. I curled my hair in a wavy form and wore purple eyeshadow that brought out my eyes.

I put on some red stilettos to feel even more sexy. Five ‘o clock rolled around and the doorbell rang. Who was at the door? Well, it was sexy Gary of course. I invited him in and we went into the bathroom where the mood was already set. I had candles lit everywhere with the lights off, and I had plenty of chocolate sauce to play with.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ll never forget the day I walked into that strange interview. Mr. Johnson, the suave CEO, greeted me with a smile that could melt ice. We settled into his plush office, and he began the usual drivel about “fitting in” and “company culture.” But before I could even uncross my legs, he threw me a curveball.

“So, Diana, tell me, how far would you go to get this job?” His eyes sparkled with mischief as he leaned back in his leather chair.

My cheeks flushed, and I squirmed in my seat, unsure how to respond. “Uh, I mean…I’d do whatever it takes, I suppose?” I stammered, trying to sound professional despite the thrill buzzing through my veins.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Professor Thompson met with me outside his special room. We found an empty room to have our little discussion. He begged me not to show anyone what was on my phone. In fact, he really begged me to delete the video I had taken, but I told him that I was going to need it for some reassurance. He begged and pleaded with me, asking what he needed to do for me to forget the whole situation.

I sat there for a few minutes thinking about what I really wanted, what I needed. His class was the hardest class I was taking that semester. I let him know that the difficulty from his class was putting me behind in everything else. I really could use some help on the midterm paper. Maybe turn it into a little speech or talk, one on one instead of the actual paper, and some additional extra credit so that my final grade was an A at the minimum.

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