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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I’ve always been a woman of discipline, but this is next level. It’s not just No Nut November; it’s No Nutting until 2026. And my puppet, oh, my puppet is aching for it.

He’s my plaything, my obsession, my personal challenge. Every night, I tease him, stroking his shaft until he’s throbbing, begging, pleading for release. But I deny him.

Tonight, I’m in the mood for torture. I strap him into the chair, his cock already hard, already leaking. I kneel between his legs, my breath hot against his tip. “You want to cum, don’t you?” I whisper, licking a slow circle around his head. He groans, his hips jerking involuntarily. I smile, knowing I have all the power.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’m a 20-year-old girlie with a wild side who’s always ready to spice things up. And let me tell you, my college pussy is as tight as they come. I mean, I’ve been told it’s like a vice grip down there. Not to brag or anything.

One day, I was walking back from the library, lost in thought about some lecture I had just attended on the Renaissance. Suddenly, a cute guy from my biology class, Max, caught my eye. He smirked and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. What began as a friendly chat turned flirty and raunchy pretty quickly. So we decided to head back to my dorm.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

As the moon cast an eerie glow on my dorm room, I couldn’t shake the thrill that coursed through my veins. It was the weekend before Halloween, and I found myself craving a certain type of excitement. The kind that only and older man could bring me.

I spent hours getting ready, my heart racing with anticipation. My brown eyes sparked as I painted my lips a deep, crimson red. I slipped into a black lace bra and thong, the fabric barely containing my perky breasts and pert ass. A sheer, ruffly skirt hugged my hips, and I added a pair of thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels to complete the sultry look.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I love to play with little boys and little toys, but today, I get to be his little toy. Normally I’m the bossy slut who orders the little boys around, but I’m going to be the submissive one today. His name was Tony, and he told me that he would turn me into a really good submissive little pet!

I walked into Tony’s living room, ready to be told what to do. First, I had to strip off my clothes. So first came the tank top, and then came the short little skirt, both hit the floor. That left me standing in my red bra and matching thong, with white knee-high stockings. I didn’t want to be naked, so I begged Tony to let me stay in my lingerie, and he agreed.

I looked so sexy standing in my lingerie, but I still felt so vulnerable. He handed me a bedazzled red collar and matching leash and put them around my neck.

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Cum Vampire

Posted 3 weeks ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I never imagined my life would take such a drastic turn when that mysterious, brooding stranger bit my neck under the moonlit alleyway. As his fangs pierced my skin, an extraordinary sensation coursed through my veins, awakening a primal desire I had never known existed. That was the night I became a cum vampire.

From that fateful night forward, I was consumed by an insatiable hunger, not for the crimson elixir of the undead, but for something far more… human. Sometimes I wondered if the biting was more than just a feeding, if it was an erotic gift from beyond the grave, a curse and a blessing all in one.

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Trapped In The Graveyard

Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Thick fog coiled around my ankles. I kicked the whisps away from my knee-high black boots and adjusted the backpack on my shoulder. Katie and Tommy dared me to spend Halloween Night in the oldest graveyard in town. It’s a hidden-away little plot with broken tombstones and this two-foot-high fence that does nothing to keep people out. The rusted fence may have had a purpose when the graves were dug, but now the rumors about the ghosts who live there are what keep people far away from the secluded site.

The beam of my flashlight bounces to and fro as I step over the small barrier. My skin prickled immediately from the temperature change. Fog no longer swirled on this side of the fence; it was far too cold. “I shouldn’t be here.” A whisper of a thought echoed in my mind, but I wasn’t one to back down from a dare. I’d show Katie and Tommy that the rumors were stupid. Obviously, ghosts aren’t real.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy hell you guys! A group of friends and I decided to check out the new haunted house attraction in town. The lines were crazy long, but we finally made it inside, ready to scream our lungs out. What we didn’t expect was to end up in an orgy with the “ghosts”.

As we navigated the dimly lit corridors, a creepy but good-looking guy in a ghoulish mask grabbed me, pulling me into a darkened room. Before I could protest, two other actors, both insanely muscular and ridiculously handsome, emerged from the shadows. They ripped off their masks, revealing chiseled features and hungry gazes.

In a flash, their hands were all over me, groping my breasts, squeezing my ass, and rubbing against my clit through my jeans. I was shocked, but my body was already responding, my nipples hardening beneath the fabric of my shirt. The three of them looked at each other, then back at me, and I knew I was completely at their mercy.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I first laid eyes on him at that trendy art bar downtown. He was standing across the room, his sculpted features illuminated by the urban glow, and I felt an instant jolt to my core.

“Hi there, I’m Diana,” I purred, extending a hand adorned with a sapphire ring that flashed under the strobe lights. His warm, calloused palm enveloped mine, sending a thrill up my arm.

“I’m Ryder,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. We stood there, locked in a charged gaze, as the room around us melted away.

Without another word, we made our way to the coat check, fingers intertwining the whole time. In the dim, cramped space, he crowded me against the wall, hands roaming over my curves with a newfound hunger. “I want you,” he growled, claiming my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.

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Make Me Moan

Posted 2 months ago by Aynsley

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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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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