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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Naughty School girl phone sex calls was the way I made my money on campus back when I was in school. But sometimes I needed the real deal. I needed to feel those cocks, not just hear them. I would never forget the day I fucked 2 guys on my swim team after we had won a team championship. They creampied the hell out of me. I had a crush on both of them since beginning of the school year so, I was determined to have both of their cocks fill my fuck holes. The championship victory was a perfect celebration.

“Hey Matt, you and Jonas should come to my room later on tonight for some fun to celebrate. Drinks, snacks, you know the usual.” “Alright cool, we will be there.” Hours later they walked into my room, and I was butt naked. “Damn girl!!!” Jonas shouted. “Oh, hell yeah! That’s what I’m talking about. Matt asked while taking off his clothes. “I want both of you to fuck me right now, that’s what’s going on.” I laid back on the bed and spread my legs wide open showing them my black wet pussy and putting my fingers inside Continue reading “Naughty School Girl” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I had been swiping on ‘Tinder’ for days trying to find the right man to fuck this tight pussy and I found just the perfect guy. It’s been weeks since I had gotten my wet pussy filled with some old daddy’s warm cum and tonight, I was determined to make that happen. Adam, a 52-year-old black businessman with a salt and pepper beard that I was ready to rub my pussy juices all over. I’ve always had a thing for older guys. No, I didn’t have daddy issues I just loved being submissive. This was going to be our first date. We had been messaging for hours and hours.

My pussy was so creamy just thinking about meeting him for the first time. The plan for the night was dinner but the only thing on my mind was dessert. His hard cock and nut all in my mouth. His hand a fistful of my hair. It was almost 8pm when I heard my doorbell ring. “Ding Dong!” I run to my window to see who it is and it’s Him! He looks exactly likes his pictures! “Hey!!” I said all excitedly “Be right down!”. I get downstairs as quick as Continue reading “TLC: ‘Tinder’ Loving and Cum” →

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” →