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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Bahama Mama Cum Guzzler was the name I was given during my 3-week stay in Bahamas. A black whore like me loves to have all my holes filled with that creamy cum. My mouth, my pussy, my ass. Every hole. My deep throat guzzles all that cum down every night. I love when my tight pink pussy is creampied too. Men love when they can breed my black cunt. The last few men I was with craved for my asshole.
The best cum eating night I had was after one of the pool parties I attended during my recent vacation. I met some white guys at a cabana pool house club who was looking to drop their load after a very long flight. Luckily my room was next door to the pool deck, so we didn’t have to go far. “I’m in room 405 fellas. Meet me there.” I placed my spare hotel room key in the pocket of one of the guys. Before I knew it, they were in my room, and I was walking out of my bathroom shower with just my towel on. 4 guys and I was up for the challenge. I dropped my towel exposing Continue reading “Bahama Mama Cum Guzzler” →

The Pain

Posted 9 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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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Everyone sees me as the sweet, innocent college girl-next-door. I wear short skirts, tight crop tops and look like I’m barely legal. But that normal college girl image couldn’t be further from the truth. Deep down, I crave something very different…you can call me Anal-sley.

Underneath my wholesome facade, I’m a filthy anal slut desperate to have my asshole stretched and gaping open by a huge, fat cock. As I walk across campus, I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have my tight little rosebud brutally pounded into submission. My classmates have no idea that I spend my nights frantically researching the best anal training methods and practicing on my toys.

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Im Begging

Posted 10 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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1800-33-CANDY Ext 423

I leaned against the cool metal of the locker, my breath still ragged from the intense workout. My gaze lingered on you, Coach, as you finished packing up the equipment. The gym was empty now, the echoes of our team’s cheers and grunts long faded away. My ride was running late, as usual, and I found myself with an unexpected opportunity.
“Coach,” I purred, my voice low and sultry, “I think I need a little extra… coaching.” I watched as your eyes widened, surprise and desire flickering in their depths.
I sauntered over to you, and traced a finger down your chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath your shirt. “I’ve been watching you, Coach,” I murmured, my lips curling into a wicked smile. “I’ve seen the way you look at me during practice.” Continue reading “Afterhours with My Coach” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Earlier this week, I embarked on a work trip to seal the deal with our biggest donor yet. Little did I know, this trip would turn out to be so much more than just another meeting.

As I entered the sleek conference room, I locked eyes with the powerful man across the table. He was even more handsome in person, with piercing blue eyes and a chiseled jawline that made my panties dampen instantly.

The meeting went smoothly, all the while picturing him pinning me against the wall and ravishing my body. Once the formalities were over, I suggested we continue the discussion over drinks at the rooftop bar. He accepted my “generous” offer with a devilish grin.

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Stormy Night

Posted 10 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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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Listen up, because I’m only going to warn you once: don’t fall in love with me. Trust, you can’t handle all this.

I see the way you look at me in lecture, undressing me with your eyes. I know you’re thinking about all the filthy things you want to do to this 20-year-old college pussy. Newsflash – the sex is actually that good. You won’t be satisfied with any other girl after me, I guarantee it. Once you get a taste, you’ll be obsessed.

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Quack & Wack

Posted 10 months ago by Writer

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey babes. Do you like to quack while you’re wacking it? Because I want to tell you all about a very hilarious and pathetic loser I talked to last week. First, guy slips into my dms and says he’s in a duck blind. Being a sophisticated urban dweller, I was like, what the hell is that? He told me was duck hunting and sent me a selfie confirming where he was.

I started laughing my butt off and and teased him about how he couldn’t even go a few hours without putting his hands on that gooner cock, squeezing and stroking it. Even in the middle of Mother Nature!

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