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Alex 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 425

Don’t we all love a good playlist? In general, but a good sex playlist? That’s all you really need to set the mood most of the time. Screwing without music is so boring. I know that most of you can agree! So I thought I would give you some of my faves that I add in to most of my sex playlists. And I will try not to think of the fact that I will sound like a female Patrick Bateman. From now on I am Patty Bateman. Creative, I know. Anyway, lets get started. You’re itching to know the juicy details by now.

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Burglary

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I’d cased the house for weeks. It was a giant three-story monster of a home, just screaming for a break-in, but it wasn’t just the house in need of burglary; the man of the house was a fine piece of ass. My dick throbbed against my tight black yoga pants as I waited for the last of the lights to go out.

The night was as dark as the mask I wore over my face. I tugged it down over my chin when the bedroom light faded to nothing. Then, stepping out of my car, I heaved the coil of rope onto my shoulder. My whole body was pulsing with wild excitement. I was about to pull off my most fulfilling burglary yet!

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Panty Pervs At The Laundry Mat

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The washing machine in my apartment building stopped working, and our cheap-as-dirt slumlord hasn’t even attempted to replace or fix it, so my roommate, Kelly, and I decided we couldn’t put it off any longer. We’d have to go to the laundry mat. I’d never been to one, and the idea of my underthings tumbling around in the view of strangers made me feel a little icky. However, it didn’t seem like I had another choice at the moment.

We piled up our laundry baskets, a bottle of detergent, and a plastic baggy of dryer sheets into the car, then raided my piggybank for quarters. Kelly drove us as I tugged at the tiny booty shorts riding up my ass. I had nothing else to wear until my things were cleaned. As we parked in front of the shady building with people loitering outside, I began to feel more uncomfortable. I didn’t know there would be so many pervs at the laundry mat.

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Knee-High Socks Make You a Sissy

Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

I was fucking this businessman for a while, and I always found it so funny when he would undress. There would be this powerful, masculine man standing before me in a three-piece business suit. Someone who dominated the board room and made employees tremble before him. However, he peeled off his jacket, unbuttoned his shirt, undid his belt, and pushed down his pants. There he was! In black knee-high socks and fucking panties!

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

One winter, when I was younger. The mall was hiring. So, I worked as one of Santa’s Elves with some of my closest girlfriends. It was fun, we would dress in these elf costumes with super short skirts, low-cut tops, red stockings and a red garter belt. We didn’t wear those silly elf shoes, we wore six-inch black Prada heels. All of us looked pretty slutty, to be honest.

The dads would get so bored waiting in line. If we gave them a little extra attention, maybe grazed their cock with our ass when we walked by. Or bent over and showed them our red lingerie-covered ass in front of them, they would get so excited. Their mouths would water in front of their wife and kids.

At the time, we had this boss who was an older guy. His name might’ve been Greg, I can’t remember. Sometimes he would even play Santa when we were short-staffed. He was a lot older than all of us, he had completely white hair and white facial hair. He drove a Porsche. Had a Rolex, and wore the sexiest Valentino suits. 

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NO LEFT OVERS

Posted 4 months ago by Writer

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NO LEFT OVERS

I had the strangest call out of the blue today. It was one of my exes from forever ago. I’d NEVER forget him though.

I answered the phone and he asked if I remembered the last Christmas party we throw together. Hehe I’d NEVER forget it. We both ate so much we could barley move to walk company out. But after calling a few ride shares for the extra inebriated guest. Thinking back to that night I have to admit he’s always been irresistible to me.I’d start a puddle in my panties just looking at him. Mmm finished throwing away ALL the left over cups scattering the house Continue reading “NO LEFT OVERS” →

Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

You might think I’m a brat, but I grew up with the two most obnoxious and annoying twin cousins. Their names are Bobby and Brandon. 

Only about a year older than me, they got on my nerves all the time growing up. Always pushing me around and putting me down; I always had to do everything they said. 

As I grew up and started maturing, as in my boobies got bigger and perkier and my ass got fatter, Bobby and Brandon would comment how nicely I was coming along. Turning into a woman. 

One Christmas, a few years ago, I was purposefully in my room, ignoring my cousins and the rest of their family as well as my own. I was so horny I needed to touch my pussy and feel that sweet, wet release. At the time, I was also kind of seeing this guy named Tommy. I wanted to make a sexy video of myself masturbating for him. 

In my room, wearing sexy red lingerie and a cute red Santa hat; I was standing in front of my mirror with my camera set up, shaking my ass, touching my pussy, and moaning. 

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I had been picking up stuff and getting stoned with this guy for a while. He was hot, but he wasn’t my type, I could see the way he looked at me though…I always came to his house looking slutty. Ready to tease him. 

This particular night, it was cold outside, freezing actually. I was so horny and my pussy felt so wet and warm. I wanted a hard cock to fill me up so bad. 

Usually, when I would come over, we would smoke for a little bit, put on a movie and we’d chat, laugh, and get fucked up.

Although, I never let him fuck me. 

On this night, I knew I wanted to get fucked. All I wanted all my holes filled up with cum one after the other.  

We were getting stoned. Johnny decided to open a bottle of Don Julio tequila. 

Well…as soon as he pulled it out I started thinking about the right moment for me to tell him to pull his cock out. 

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I’ve always had this steamy sex fantasy so one day I decided to make that fantasy become a reality. Wanting to dress up like a Stepford Wife and give my man everything he deserves. 

This is how I picture it:

I’m dressed like Don Draper’s wife in Mad Men. My man comes home from a long day of work, and I pour him a drink or hand him a smoke, whatever his preference is. In addition, I have his favorite home-cooked meal. Of course, in the oven staying warm at the perfect temperature. 

Then, as soon as he arrives home and walks in the door, I hand him a drink and get on my knees. unzip his pants, and begin sucking his cock. 

I know that’s the best thing I’m good for, pleasing Daddy and taking care of all his needs. He works hard and he doesn’t want to deal with some whiny bitchy witch at the end of his long day. 

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1844-332-2639 ext 285

Hi boys I’m Trinity and I’m hoping to finally meet the Daddy Dom to handle me anywhere and leave me feeling sarene. At work,driving home,in the grocery store or gas station ,the bank, at your favorite place for lunch. In passing brushing up against you on accident.. I need to be pleased on the spot so anywhere goes once my wet fuzzy peach start throbbing. I cant control myself something takes over me. It’s been so hard to keep a job I’m always disappearing to rub that tsunami out with no one to help most of the time. I’ve lost so many jobs by constantly showing up late or not coming back from break on time.. thinking to myself i can make it quick but I always seem to get lost dipping in the chocolate jar. Have you ever had to excuse yourself from a meeting because you’ve made a drenching mess of a wet spot on yourself?

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