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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I am laying here owned an exposed. I should be ashamed. Embarrassed. But that’s what makes it so fucking hot. Here I am on my knees, exactly where I belong, hands tied behind my back, naked, vulnerable—his to use, to mock, to break. He paces around me, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled into that cocky smirk that makes me weak. “Look at you!” he chuckles, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “So desperate! So pathetic. You are such a worthless piece of crap!”

*SMACK*…….My face burns, but my thighs clench. I love it. I crave it.

He drags a thumb over my bottom lip, teasing, taunting. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” I nod, swallowing hard. “Say it!” “I’d do anything for you,” I whisper, my voice shaky, needy. “Anything, huh?” He unzips his pants, letting his cock pop free—thick, heavy, dripping. He strokes it slowly, watching me, knowing I can’t look away. “Bet you’d open that pretty mouth without me even asking.” Fuck. I do. I part my lips, tongue flicking out, already aching for the taste of him. The taste of his big fat white cock in my filthy mouth. He laughs, tapping the Continue reading “Owned and Exposed” →

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I spot you the moment you walk into the strip club, your eyes scanning the nearly empty room before settling on me. I’m in the middle of my set, hips swaying and ass shaking to the beat of the music. When I finish my set, I make my way over to you, my hips moving in time with the music that’s still playing in my head. “Like what you see?” I ask, giving you a flirty smile. You raise an eyebrow at me. “I’ve seen better.”

I laugh, not taking you seriously. “Oh yeah? Where?”

You lean in close, your breath hot against my ear. “In the VIP booth. With you.” Continue reading “Hot Fun at the Strip Club” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend Bob and I were dreaming of an epic vacation to Hawaii – thought we’d soak up the sun, sip Mai Tais, and fuck like a pair of honeymooners. It was going to be bliss!

But leave it to that dummy to go and mess things up for us. He got himself fired from his cushy office job. Can you believe it? I was furious! All my daydreams of palm trees and piggyback rides on the beach were dashed. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I had a plan – a deliciously wicked plan. Poor Bob was bewildered when I marched into the bedroom brandishing makeup, wigs, and a heap of slutty outfits. “What the hell is all this, babe?” he asked, eyes wide as saucers. I just smirked. “It’s time for you to pay for our trip, one way or another.”

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Oh Daddy, I miss those days when I was your sweet little girl. Remember when I was more innocent? You taught me everything I know about being your perfect daddy’s girl.

I think back to the first time you came into the room at night. You sat on the edge of my mattress and pulled me onto your lap. “Come sit with Daddy,” you said in that deep, husky voice. My heart was racing as you ran your hands over my smooth thighs.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The cheating wife was a title I took on proudly. The neighbor was going to be my secret the I was going to take to my grave.

Ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned—except a woman bored. And I was starving for some action. I had the house, the ring, the man—hell, even the luxury SUV with the custom plates. But all that meant nothing when my nights were as dry as my untouched lace panties. My husband, Derrick, was too busy chasing deals to notice the heat burning between my thighs.

That’s where Jason, my neighbor came in. The young bull next door, all muscle and cocky smirks, had been watching me too long for it to be innocent. And one day when I caught him shirtless in his driveway, sweat glistening, gray sweatpants hugging his print just right—I knew I wasn’t the only one hungry.

One night, when Derrick was on a “business trip,” I took a bold step. A silk robe, barely tied, and a knock-on Jason’s door at midnight. His eyes dragged over my body, lingering on my parted lips. “You’re good, Trinity?” His voice was deep, teasing but with a slight concern. Why was I in Continue reading “Cheating Wife: The Neighbor’s Secret” →

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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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Daddy treats me like a princess, his perfect little princess. He showers me with gifts and affection, always making sure I’m happy. The other day, Daddy surprised me with a sparkly new tiara and matching sapphire necklace. “My princess deserves to have the finest jewels,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. I felt myself shiver with delight.

Of course, Daddy knows that this princess also deserves the finest designer clothes. He takes me shopping and lets me pick out anything I want, no matter the price. This week, I chose a sexy little red bikini, the kind that makes Daddy’s eyes light up with lust when I model it for him. Watching Daddy’s reaction motivates me to be the best girl I can be for him.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

There’s something undeniably thrilling about steamy car sex—fogged-up windows, secret rendezvous, and the rush of getting caught make every parked and pleasured moment unforgettable! “Ugh fuck me baby! Fuck me harder big daddy!” The windows of the car fogged up as he was fucking my black tight pussy doggy style in the back seat. “Damn Trinity, this pussy feels so good!” I threw my head back, arched my back, and tightened my pussy muscles around that gigantic black dick. It felt soooo fucking good. I had missed him so much. He was gone on a business trip and left my pussy dripping wet days before.

He was pounding my big bubble ass and I was loving every minute of it. “Oh yes daddy! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!!” He shoved his rod deeper inside my chocolate pussy.He put his thumb in my asshole and pulled my hair. He knew that was my weak spot. “Cum on daddy’s dick Trini come on!” He pounded my ass harder and harder. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could hear people walking by probably wondering why a Mercedes Benz was parked on the side of a busy Walmart

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My baby sister is mommy and daddy’s little whore. Growing up, I use to watch them tag team her virgin cunt whenever she did well in school. That was her reward. A night of family fun. She enjoyed it too. It reminded me of myself when I was that age and to be honest, I was so jealous. As I got older, mom and dad no longer gave me that sexual attention I was so use too.

One night when I came home from work, I could hear my youngster sister moaning, screaming in pleasure and pain. I peaked in her room and there they were. My mom was eating and finger fucking her bald honeypot while dad was shoving his big black cock in her mouth, making her gag and spit up.

Between them both my dad was the biggest perv. He loved cumming all types of places. In her face, her mouth, even inside of her. The creampies were his favorite. He knew my sister was on birth control so he had no problem filling her up with his skeet. I couldn’t peel my eyes away. Just the sight of all of them having fun together got me all riled

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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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