Author: Aynsley

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Aynsley was just a cute college girl, but she had a dirty little secret – she was absolutely addicted to anal sex. At only 20 years old, her tight little pink asshole had already seen more cock than most women experience in a lifetime.

It all started freshman year. Aynsley had been partying, giggling and gossiping until the room started to spin.

“Looks like somebody hit it too hard, huh?” drawled a familiar voice. It was Tyler, the star quarterback and notorious manwhore. He’d been eyeing Aynsley all week.

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The moment I walked out of my last final exam, I knew – it was time to party! No more studying, no more stress, no more responsibility. Just a wild summer of non-stop debauchery. And like any self-respecting co-ed slut, I planned to start by getting absolutely fucked silly by the hottest college hunks on campus.

I sauntered into the biggest party of the year, my tight little minidress leaving nothing to the imagination. Every pair of eyes turned my way as I made my entrance. The bass pulsed through my core, making my swollen pussy lips quiver with anticipation.

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I was home from college for the weekend when I found myself in an impossible situation with my sister’s husband. I’m 20 years old but my naivety got the better of me.

It all started innocently enough. My sister was out of town on business and I was lounging around the house, bored out of my mind. My brother-in-law was home, too, but we rarely interacted, having little in common. That evening, he surprised me with a bottle of expensive champagne.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate your homecoming,” he said with a wink, popping the cork. I hesitated at first. But he assured me it would be fun.

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My daydreams during lectures are filled with thoughts of feeling a hard, throbbing cock slide deep into my tight 20-year-old pussy. As the professor drones on about some boring topic, my mind drifts to fantasies of getting fucked. Sitting there surrounded by my classmates, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, imagining fingers or a tongue exploring my wet slit.

I cross and uncross my legs, my short skirt riding up my thighs. I make sure to wear the tiniest thongs so I can feel myself getting aroused. Fuck, I’m so horny! All I can think about is a big dick rubbing against my clit, then plunging into my needy cunt. My nipples stiffen under my thin top and I arch my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

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Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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Lately, I’ve been feeling really bratty. Like, constantly bratty. I just can’t help myself – being a brat turns me on so much. I love pushing daddy’s buttons, seeing how far I can go before he finally loses his cool. It’s so hot.

So the other day, I decided to really test daddy’s patience. I waited until he got home from work, then I sauntered out of my room wearing the skimpiest little outfit – a cropped t-shirt that barely covered my tits and these itty-bitty booty shorts. I knew it would drive him wild seeing me dressed like such a slutty schoolgirl.

“Hey daddy,” I purred, twirling in front of him. “Like what you see?”

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Hey there, stud. It’s your favorite little slut, Aynsley, and I am SO ready to service your big, hard cock until you bust your load. I don’t plan to stop until you’re empty, my dear. I want every last drop.

I’ll start by working my tight little pussy around your shaft. I’ll ride you hard and fast, bouncing on top of you until you’re seeing stars. My cunt will grip you snugly with every rise and fall. You won’t be able to hold back for long as I milk you dry with my sticky, wet walls.

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I may be pint-sized, but don’t let my petite frame fool you – this little miss can handle any big dick you throw my way! As a proud member of the petite pink porno sisterhood, I’m here to spill the tea on how us small but mighty babes can take cock like champs, no matter the size.

First things first, being little has its advantages. I can contort my body into all sorts of fun positions that leave the guys gagging (in a good way, obvi). Plus, I’ve got the energy and flexibility to keep going all night long. You want to fuck me into a pretzel? I’m your girl. Want me to bounce on that big dick until the sun comes up? I’m not stopping until you bust.

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You know what I want? I want you to sit down. To get very comfortable. And then I want to watch you stroke it for me.

I’ve been eyeing that big bulge for a while now and I’m beyond excited to finally see you whip it out for me. My panties are wet at the first sight of your already hard cock.

While you get it out, I’m going to lay back, spread my legs, and slide my hand into my panties. My tight, pink 20-year old pussy is already sopping wet.

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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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