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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey there, sexy! Let me tell you a little secret – I’m the perfect girlfriend for you because I’m not your wife. Yeah, you read that right.

See, I know your wife just doesn’t get it. She’s too caught up in her busy life to really see what you need. To understand what makes you tick. But me? I’m different. I know exactly what you crave, even if you don’t say it out loud. I can see it in the way you look at me when you think no one is watching. How your eyes linger just a bit too long. And trust me, I’m more than happy to give you everything she won’t.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Haha you actually thought you had a chance with me, little dude? And you think your tiny little worm is gonna impress me? As if!

Let me tell you, I’ve seen bigger clits than the pathetic excuse for a dick you call a penis. Like honestly, are you even a real man? It looked like a shriveled up pinky toe! I almost felt bad for you, watching you try to stuff that sad little thing into my tight coed pussy. I had to FORCE myself not to laugh in your face as you fumbled around, trying to get it to even reach my cervix.

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1844-33-CANDY Ext 423

In our cozy, shared apartment, I strutted around in my silk robe, my blonde hair cascading down my shoulders. Catching a glimpse of the partially open door to your room, I couldn’t help but peek inside. There you were, my roommate, lost in the rhythm of your own pleasure. Your hand moved with purpose, your breath hitched as your eyes fluttered closed. The sight of you, so vulnerable and raw, sent a shiver down my spine.

With a wicked grin, I pushed the door open further, letting the hinge creak loudly. Your eyes snapped open, shock and embarrassment warring on your face. But I could see the spark of desire in your eyes, too.

“Well, well, well,” I purred, sauntering into your room. “What do we have here?”

You stammered, trying to find words, but I silenced you with a finger to your lips. “Shh,” I whispered, my voice dripping with seduction. “No need for explanations.”

I let my robe slip from my shoulders, revealing my naked body beneath. Your eyes widened, taking in every inch of me. I could see your hand still, your breath hitch as you took in the sight of me.

“Like what you see?” I asked, a mischievous glint in my eyes. Continue reading “Catching My Roommate Masturbating” →

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You’re so pathetic and weak, aren’t you? All you’re good for is throwing money my way while you stroke your pathetic little dick, jacking off to my pictures. You think you’re worth more than that, but you’re not. All I see when I look at you is a disposable ATM. A cashcow that exists to bankroll my lavish lifestyle.

When you send me money, it’s not out of generosity. It’s out of desperation. You’re so infatuated, so obsessed, so utterly enthralled by me that you’ll do anything to catch my attention. Even if that means opening your wallet and letting me drain it dry.

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Harlo 1844-33-candy ext 385

The first time you told me that seeing me in a ski coat on the company trip drove you wild. Moreover, the way your lips curved into that familiar, mischievous grin told me everything I needed to know. Therefore, now, every time I put it on, I make sure to give you a little show. You’ve only seen me in passing for a few months and know that I am an office assistant in the other building. You even heard a few rumors around the business about how I was a dirty little slut. Tonight, the coat is snug around me, zipped up just enough to tease — hiding what you want to see but leaving you craving more. I catch your gaze as I adjust the collar, pretending not to notice how you shift in your seat, trying to play it cool. But you can’t hide it, not from me. I see the way your eyes, imagining what’s underneath so I reveal my self to you while no one is looking exposing my big beautiful round melons.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hey you guys, it’s your girl, back with another spicy diary entry about my hot and heavy affair with a totally sexy older man, let’s call him Daddy Rick. He’s like, 50 and married, but that just makes it even more thrilling to know I’m his naughty little secret he snuck away to satisfy his deepest, dirtiest desires that his prudish wife could never fulfill.

Last night was, like, mind-blowing. He had me come over to his swanky penthouse apartment while his wife was out of town. I wore this skimpy little lingerie number I just got from Victoria’s Secret – all black lace that barely covered anything, if you know what I mean. When he opened the door and saw me, his eyes just lit up. I could tell he was rock hard already and we hadn’t even touched yet.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’m so sorry to say this, but your title of Lover has officially been revoked, effective immediately. You are hereby demoted to a mere Clean-up Cuck.

You see, while you’ve been working so hard to please me, I’ve been secretly meeting my real lover – a virile, well-endowed stud who knows how to satisfy me in ways you could only dream of. And satisfy me he does, again and again, filling me to the brim with his thick, potent seed.

I know you thought you could handle my needs, but it turns out your little cock just wasn’t enough. Not compared to the massive, girthy rod my bull possesses. When he takes me, I’m stretched to my limits, impaled on his shaft over and over until I’m a quivering, cum-filled mess. My pussy is ruined for anyone else.

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1844-33-CANDY EXt. 423

“You know, I’ve been thinking about Mr. Harper a lot lately,” I confess, my voice barely above a whisper as I lean against the kitchen counter, watching you cook dinner. Our mom’s out at work, leaving us home alone. I am too little to watch myself, so mom left you in charge to look after me.

You look up from the sizzling pan, a smirk playing on your lips. “Mr. Harper, your 5th grade teacher?”

I nod, blushing. “Yeah, him. I like him, I don’t know how to…you know, make him like me back.” Continue reading “Help From My Older Brother” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

First, get nice and hard for me. Rub that fat cock through your pants while you imagine it’s my soft lips and tongue. Let it strain against the fabric, just aching to be set free. But don’t touch it directly yet, you’ll spoil all my fun! I want you so wound up that you’re throbbing for release.

Next, pull out your dick and give it a few slow strokes. Nice and easy, just feel how hot and hard you are for me. Focus on the head, get it nice and slippery. Pretend your hand is my mouth, gently squeezing and rolling your cockhead. Mmm I bet you taste so fucking good.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My sweet sub, your sole purpose in life is to worship me and fulfill my every desire. This week, your role is clear – you are to be my personal footrest. Yes, you heard me right. It’s your job, your privilege, to have my feet resting upon your body. Don’t you feel so lucky and honored to be of service to me in this way?

I expect to see you dressed as I instructed – frilly panties hugging that delectable ass of yours, a collar signifying your submission to me. Present yourself at my feet each morning, ready and eager to take the weight of your Goddess. You will kneel before me, head bowed, awaiting my command to place my feet upon your lap or back or wherever else I desire.

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