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Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

“Mr. Daniels… I swear, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

I’m sitting on your desk, legs crossed, skirt hiked up just a little too high. My blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal the lace of my bra — and the way your eyes keep drifting tells me I’m doing exactly what I intended.

You lean back in your chair, arms folded, voice deep. “This isn’t appropriate, Carina.”

I bite my lip, sliding one heel off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.

“I know. But you called me into your office… and I figured maybe you wanted a little one-on-one performance review.”

I shift, just enough to let the hem of my skirt ride up further. No panties. I made sure of that.

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Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

The moment you hear my voice, you already know you’re in trouble.

I’m sprawled across the bed in nothing but a tiny lace thong that clings to me like a secret. One hand trails slowly over my skin, tracing every soft curve, every shiver — like I’m performing just for you.

“Mmm… you have no idea what you do to me.”

My breath catches, just enough for you to hear how badly I need it — how badly I need you.

My fingers slide over my breasts, squeezing gently until a soft moan escapes. Then lower… gliding between my thighs… brushing that spot that’s already soaked and throbbing.

I’m not shy about it. I want you to hear every sound I make — every breathy whimper — and know it’s all for you.

“God, I’m so wet already. Are you going to make me beg for it?”

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Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

I’m the girl who turns “What if?” into “Oh God, yes.” With a voice that’s been called “whiskey neat with a side of trouble,” I’ve made a career out of making strangers forget they’re strangers.The spaces between your shame and your hunger. Maybe you’re a CEO who needs to be stripped of control, or a suburban dad who craves a back-alley dominatrix with a PhD in humiliation. I’ll morph into your muse, your tormentor, your accomplice. You want a confessional? A rebellion? A fever dream where I’m both the cure and the symptom? Buckle up, sweetheart.

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Cum with Amy

Posted 2 weeks ago by Writer

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

This siren is luring you into a world of forbidden fantasies and unbridled passion. As a phone sex operator, I’m here to ignite your desires, to set your senses ablaze with my sultry voice and seductive charm. My words are my instruments, weaving a web of eroticism that will leave you breathless and wanting more. I’m a masterful storyteller, crafting scenarios that will transport you to a realm of pure hedonism, where your deepest desires are my command. My voice is a gentle caress, a whispered promise of pleasures yet to come. Let me guide you on a journey of self-discovery, where the boundaries of reality fade away, and all that’s left is the thrill of the unknown. I’m your accomplice in seduction, your partner in pleasure.
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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Ebony 844-332-2639 ext 240

The crackling fire cast flickering shadows across your face, highlighting the Lust in your eyes at the campfire. The others were fast asleep, curled in their sleeping bags, oblivious to the tension thickening between us. You shifted closer, the heat of your body rivaling the flames.”I can’t take it anymore,” you murmured, voice raw with need. I smirked, tilting my head. “Take what, exactly?”

Your breath hitched. “You know what.”

Leaning in, I let my fingers graze your wrist. You shuddered. I reveled in your restraint, your hands clenched into fists as if fighting the urge to pull me closer.”Say it,” I whispered against your ear, my lips a ghost of a touch away.Your jaw tightened, and then, barely above a breath, you admitted, “I need you.”

I let the silence stretch, watching you unravel in the anticipation, your pupils blown wide. My fingers trailed down your arm, igniting goosebumps.

“Beg,” I commanded, voice dripping with control.Your body tensed, your need undeniable. “Please…”

A slow smile curved my lips. I leaned in, letting my breath tease your skin.

“Good boy.”

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The Pain

Posted 3 months ago by Writer

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

The pain was excruciating, each thrust a searing agony that left me gasping for air. I lay there, immobilized, as my stepdad Mark and his friend, a burly man named Vinnie, took turns violating me. I had begged them not to, pleaded for them to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears. Mark had owed Vinnie a significant sum of money, and in a moment of desperation, he had offered me up as collateral. I was so young, naive, and innocent, with no idea what was about to befall me. As Vinnie entered me, I screamed, the sound muffled by his large hand covering my mouth. Mark watched with a satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with a perverse mix of lust and cruelty. Vinnie grunted as he pounded into me, his thick cock stretching me to the brink of tears. I was in agony, my body screaming for respite, but they showed no mercy.

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Im Begging

Posted 3 months ago by Writer

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Was begging him, not in the way you might expect, but in the most honest way I could. Could see how lost he was, trapped in a world where nobody seemed to notice the struggle beneath his tough exterior. I didn’t want him to feel weak; I wanted him to feel strong again, the way he used to. But I was begging, desperate for him to see himself for what he truly was.

“Please,” I said softly, “just let go. Let me help you feel like a man again.”

He didn’t speak at first, staring into the distance, avoiding my gaze as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. But I kept begging, and my voice cracked with the weight of it. “You don’t have to hide behind this mask. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. Just… let me in. Let me show you that you are enough.”

He shook his head, as if rejecting the very idea, but I couldn’t stop begging. “I know you’re in there, the man who deserves to feel proud of himself, the man who has strength to give. Please, let me help you see it. Let me

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Stormy Night

Posted 3 months ago by Writer

 

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was a stormy night, the rain pourin’ down in sheets as I sat parked in the deserted lot. I’d been drivin’ around aimlessly, restless and horny as all get out. That’s when I noticed the other car, parked a few spaces over. Through the rain-streaked window, I could make out the silhouette of a man sittin’ inside. An idea struck me, wicked and sudden. With a mischievous grin, I slipped my hand beneath my skirt, my fingers findin’ my damp panties. I rubbed myself through the fabric, bitin’ my lip to stifle a moan. The man in the other car seemed to be watchin’ me, his face obscured by the darkness. Emboldened, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my underwear and slid them down my legs, kickin’ them off onto the passenger seat.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

It was our dirty little secret, sneakin’ off to the old oak tree behind the property. That white man, he had me all worked up with them expensive gifts and his fat wallet. But it was that thick, throbbing cock I really craved. When he had me pinned to that tree, his strong hands gripping my flesh, I knew I was in for a ride.

He grabbed a handful of my wild hair, yankin’ my head back. “Fuck, baby. I love me a chocolate bitch in heat,” he groaned, grindin’ his manhood against me.”That’s it, say it! You want me to breed this sweet nigga pussy? Put a baby in yo’ belly?” His words sent shivers down my spine, even as they filled me with shame. I bit my lip, noddin’ frantically as he slid a finger inside me, makin’ me wetter than I’d ever admit. He pushed me to my knees, my face mere inches from his massive white cock. I hesitated for a split second, lookin’

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