Mommy's Foot Loving Baby Boy

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Johnny loves many things about his Mommy, but his top two favorite things are my stinky feet and my soaked pussy. Yesterday, He was so hungry to sniff both that when he woke up stinky in his nappy, he rolled Mommy onto her back and folded up my legs into criss-cross apple sauce. My ankles locked just above my pussy mound, and Johnny lay on his tummy just under my feet and cunt. Groggily, I looked down at my sweet boy and asked what he was doing. He pushed his nose to the balls of my feet, then inhaled while stretching his tongue out to flick at my clit.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

Professor Thompson met with me outside his special room. We found an empty room to have our little discussion. He begged me not to show anyone what was on my phone. In fact, he really begged me to delete the video I had taken, but I told him that I was going to need it for some reassurance. He begged and pleaded with me, asking what he needed to do for me to forget the whole situation.

I sat there for a few minutes thinking about what I really wanted, what I needed. His class was the hardest class I was taking that semester. I let him know that the difficulty from his class was putting me behind in everything else. I really could use some help on the midterm paper. Maybe turn it into a little speech or talk, one on one instead of the actual paper, and some additional extra credit so that my final grade was an A at the minimum.

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groupie

Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461

I leaned back against the peeling faux-leather sofa, nursing a flat ginger ale. My eyes weren’t fixed on any one person; they were sweeping, taking inventory of the faces that mattered. The ones leaning over the mixing board, the ones holding the actual contracts. My gaze skipped past the girlfriends, the wives, the stable ones. They were wallpaper.

I live for the proximity. I don’t care about the music, not really. When you’re standing next to someone who is currently being applauded, some of that heat spills onto you. I care about the glow. For a few hours, I’m not just so-and-so from nowhere; I’m Jamie who was with HIM. It’s a borrowed shine, and I’m addicted to the reflection.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

My friend Georgi dared me to go to a brothel one night and take a picture of all the skanks in there, so I took her up on her dare. It was called Pretty Titties Brothel House. I was expecting it to be a skanky building, but when I got inside, I was amazed. The walls were covered in velvet linings in a rich royal purple and burgundy. There were beautiful sconces covering the walls too.

After exploring for a few moments, I heard some loud manly grunts and high-pitched squealing and giggling. My curiosity took over, and I walked down the long hallway to investigate. There was a door opened a crack, and that’s where all the noise was coming from. I peeked in and saw no other than my Professor Thompson. He didn’t see me but the girl he was with did, and she gave me a sexy little wink.

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The Older Man Next Door

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

An older man moved in next door. A silver fox, if you will. He appeared single, I would watch from my window as her would bring home different women. All of them younger than him and seemingly more than willing to have all his attention. I grew jealous, watching this parade of other women getting attention from the man I had a growing crush on.

It was a silent crush, though. I was afraid he wouldn’t pay me any mind at my age. So, instead of pursuing my desires, I watched him from my side of the street and fantasized about all the ways he’d touch me. About the things he would teach me about my body and his. I ached for it. I longed to strut across the street and yell, “Take me! Make me yours!” But I was too afraid until I was forced to make a move.

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Fingering Your Ass

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

You made it through Locktober as a pussy free sissy doll for me, and I’m ready to give you your reward. We agreed that if you stayed locked in chastity all of October, I would let you fuck me in November. However, you know nothing ever comes easily for a loser like you.

Anal has been a hard limit for you for so long, and I’m bored with it. If you wish to claim your reward (Driving your pathetic little girly cock into my creamy, warm pussy,) you’ll have to take my fingers up your ass while you do it. LOL I knew you wouldn’t say no. I’ll make a faggot out of you soon enough.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I love a good hair pulling session and I want to tell you about my favorite session. Hair pulling just makes the passion much better.

I was fooling around with my friend James one evening in my bedroom, and it got really hot and heavy quick. I started by giving him an amazing blowjob. He was laying back against the headboard, while I was on my knees. I pulled out his cock and wrapped my lips around his cock and took all of his seven inches. I went balls deep and then twirled my tongue back up his shaft until I got to his head. Then I twirled my tongue around his head and sucked really hard. But I didn’t want him to cum yet, so I got off of him.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Now that Halloween is over, I can comfortably begin decorating for Christmas. I really hate rushing the holidays since they are so special, but Christmas is really my favorite. This year, I hired a handyman to hang the lights along the eaves. A professional would better execute my vision. Our neighborhood was having a decorating contest, and I wanted to win.

My friend Candy was over when the handyman showed up. We were pleased to see he was about our age and very good-looking. Not some potbellied older man who’d fall off the ladder halfway through tacking my display up.

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna began making regular visits to her new toy. Sometimes he would be her sissy, other days her latex gimp. During the day, he was a smoking hot gentleman that women would simply swoon over, and she took much pride and joy knowing that she could abuse him every night.

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Let It Snow

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

It was supposed to be just one episode of our reality trash TV show, and then Joel was going to go home. Only we couldn’t indulge in the drama of other people’s lives without a drink. So one glass turned to two, and two turned to three. The next thing I knew, Joel was in no condition to drive home when our show ended. “I’ll just call an Uber.” He slurred at me, and I giggled as I shook my head.

“No way, Jose! It’s snowing so badly out there. You can’t ask anyone to drive in that. So stay here with me tonight and let it snow!”

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