Author: Writer

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

So, you wanna enjoy some fun and sexy activities together on our call? I’m down for whatever naughty games you got in mind, as long as I get to hear you squirm and cum!

Let’s start with some hot JOI, okay? I’ll give you these super sexy instructions while I edge myself too! You’re gonna love it, I promise!

First, take off all your clothes. Yes, all of them. Now, get comfortable, maybe sit back on the bed or on your couch. Make sure you’re relaxed and ready for some serious edge play!

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Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

I ain’t leavin’ out no details, darlin’. Here’s my tale of how I became sweet and submissive. My name’s Jackie, and I’m a curvy, southern belle though and through. Got me a little extra in the hips and tush, but my man, he just loves it.

It started a few years back when I first met Master James. He was a tall, dark, and handsome gentleman, with a commanding presence that just drew me to him like a fly to honey. I knew right off he was the one for me, and I was determined to make him proud.

From day one, I played my part to the letter. “Yes, Master”, “No, Master”, obeyin’ his every whim and command. He loved takin’ control, and I loved givin’ it to him. We’d get together on weekends, and he’d tie me up in all sorts of ways, blindfold me and whip me till I was cryin’. It hurt like hell, but that’s what made it so good.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I woke up to the feel of his warm breath on my neck, a gentle nuzzle from G as he stirred beside me.  I turned to face him, my hand drifting down to wrap around the hefty length already rigid and eager beneath the sheets. Oooh! I get to start today with my very favorite: morning blowjobs!

“Ahh, Di,” he groaned, eyes darkening with lust as I began to stroke him slow and steady. “You always know just what I need.”

I smiled, my fingers dancing along the ridges and veins pulsing beneath my touch. G’s cock was a work of art, thick and long with a velvety texture that drove me wild. Last night’s tequila haze still lingered in the back of my mind, but as I took him into my mouth, all rational thought dissipated.

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Make Me Moan

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

As I lay sprawled across my college bed, I couldn’t stifle the needy whimper that escaped my lips. My boyfriend, Asher, stood before me, his intense gaze flicking between my flushed face and the evidence of my desire between my thighs.

I’d been craving his touch all day, a constant ache deep within my core. Now, with him so close, I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me whole. To lose himself in the slick heat of my pussy, to make me cry out his name until my voice was hoarse.

“Aynsley, you’re dripping,” Asher murmured, his fingers tracing the swollen lips of my aching sex. “I can hardly stand it.” His eyes darkened with lust as he dragged his thumb through my wet folds, circling my clit with deliberate slowness.

I bucked my hips, seeking more of that maddening pressure. “Please, Asher,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair. “Make me moan. I need it so bad.”

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Juicy Jackie!

Posted 2 months ago by Writer

Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330

Sugars, let me introduce myself! I’m Juicy Jackie, the sassiest, sexiest southern belle ya ever did see. I’m fixin’ to charm ya into a spell of pure, unadulterated pleasure, just imaginin’ all the naughty ways to play with this here body of mine.

Y’all, I gotta warn ya now, I’m a whole lotta woman, with curves in all the right places. Mmmhmm, my juicy booty’s just beggin’ for some firmer-than-usual squeezes. I’ve got milky-white thighs, silky smooth legs, and a phat juicy bottom that’ll make ya wanna holler. And don’t even get me started on these pert nipples just achin’ for some attention.

Now, I know what ya might be thinkin’, “Jackie, darlin’, how’re you gonna satisfy these thirsty imaginations of mine?” Well, honey, it starts with my sinful, slow stripteases. I’ll tease ya with glimpses of my giant titties, my plump lips, and all of this soft, squeezable skin. Each tantalizing reveal’ll have ya droolin’ and reachin’ for that mouse to zoom in closer.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I was lying on an examination table in the middle of an extraterrestrial saucer. A gaggle of gorgeous, fully-nude aliens surrounded me, both male and female, each more stunning than the last. Sparkling antennae twitched, iridescent skin shimmered.

Before I could even utter a bewildered squeak, I felt a probe sliding into my mouth. It gently manipulating my tongue and lips. My body responded instinctively, parting its pearly gates to accept the proffered pleasure. As my slick folds yielded to the alien’s touch, I realized each probe corresponded to a throbbing cock, expertly coaxed to readiness.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The casino is all glitter and noise on the surface–flashing lights, endless laughter, the clink of glasses and chips. But tonight, I wasn’t interested in the surface. I wanted what waits in the shadows. I wanted to see what was behind the casino walls.

There’s a door most people never notice, tucked into a corner where the music softens. I slipped through it, heart racing, heals clicking softly against the marble floor. The door was so tight, my dress caught on the plaster wall and tore. I ripped at it and small hole formed. I rubbed at the fabric between my fingers to see if it would continue to tear as the night went on. A little piece of thread floated out of the hole, so I tore at that but it made the tear larger. I hurried down the corridor to the last door and pushed my way through. Continue reading “Behind the Casino Walls” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck, the way you moan into the phone when I talk dirty just makes me wanna cum so hard. I’m 20, a junior at some fancy middle upper class college, and I’m basically a slut for any cock that pleases me. But when it’s you, texting filthy messages and gooning harder than anyone else, I’m putty in your hands.

We’re in the middle of a bangin’ phone sex session, our voices husky with desire as we describe every filthy detail. You’re getting me so wet, I can barely type back fast enough. My panties are drenched, and I’m such a needy little thing, craving your touches.

“You love when I tell you how I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, lil’ slut? Coz I know you’re fingering yourself right now like a good girl,” you write, making me squeal with pleasure. Oh hell yeah, I am! Two fingers buried deep, making circles around that sensitive clit.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The waitress was cute so you gave her a hefty tip. There’s a moment when the air shifts—when the waitress bends just a little too close, when her hand brushes yours on the table, when her smile looks more like a dare than politeness. When she clearly wants more!

That’s when you know this isn’t just dinner.

She’s serving you drinks, yes, but she’s also serving you possibilities. She sees the way you watch her. She notices how your eyes follow her hips when she walks away. And she likes it. She wants you to know that dessert isn’t on the menu—but she’s more than willing to offer it anyway.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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