I agreed to keep an eye on Mr. Stinky Pampers the other day. Some of my girlfriends were coming over for a gab session. He was sitting on the floor playing with his toys like a good boy. As we talked a pungent odor suddenly assailed my nose. I watched as my other friends wrinkled their noses and tried to be nice and not say anything about the noxious scent that began to surround us. My Mr. Stinky side-eyed me from his place on the floor. I knew he thought about making a run for it when he slowly stood up. But I snagged him around his waist and pulled him up into my arms. I draped him over my arm and gave a big sniff to confirm him as the source of the awful smell.
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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
Recently, I’ve found myself drawn to rocks and crystals. As if my frequency has been off, and I need to connect to something ancient and natural to get it back in balance. There’s this fun little hippy-dippy store downtown that I remember having a ton of cool stones, so I thought I would check it out.
When I walked in, the scent of sage tickled my nose. The store was small and overflowing with items. My eyes didn’t know where to look as I was overwhelmed by all the options. So I just started to wander without knowing what I was looking for. Finally, a lady walked beside me and slipped her arm around my elbow. She patted my hand and said, “You’re looking for a yoni egg.”
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
I was walking through the park early yesterday morning. The sun had just come up, and the chill of the night hadn’t quite faded yet. The peacefulness of the morning was soon ruined by an unexplainable feeling. You know that one that makes the tiny hairs on the back of your neck stand at attention? The feeling that tells you to get ready for fight or flight. I looked behind me, and there was no one there.
I scanned the area and didn’t see an immediate threat, but I could feel it. Worried, I kept my AirPods out of my ears and walked quicker. Then, out of nowhere, this big body bumped into my shoulder from behind, throwing me off balance and almost making me fall. “Get the fuck out of this park.” The man spat at my feet, and I looked at him in shock. “We hate your kind.” He seethed as he looked me up and down.
~~~Olivia ~~~ 844~332~2639~x~226~~~
Cum without Stroking? Do you believe that can happen? It can and hypnosis will help that happen. Hate having to stroke and stroke getting nowhere? The worn-out fantasy that gets you over the hump is not as hot as it use to be. Some sexy girl picking you out of the crowd and taking you to her room to fuck the night away. Borning. I’ll set you up with more than one hot scenario which keeps it hot and exciting. I’ll put you under hypnosis and we’ll walk through all the way til you moan our a much more enjoyable climax. You’ll remember my smooth southern voice and the steps that got you to the climax. When you do the steps to put you under self-hypnosis all those words will come back to play in your mind.
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Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
Now that my kids were off to school, I was sitting on my back porch with my bestie just enjoying the peace and quiet. My friend Angie had just dropped off her own kids and now it was girl time. The two of us were discussing a little bit of everything, from raising kids to the latest fashions. And, as always, there was a tad of girlie gossip, something usually unavoidable. Although I am still single and loving it, Angie had been married for a number of years, something that – quite honestly – never stopped her from her adventurous ways. What this girl needed was a special pill.
“After this whole pandemic thing, I am so glad that Steve is back in the office. I missed our time together,” she was telling me.
~~~~Olivia~~~~844-332-2639 x 226~~~~
What’s the one thing that makes your cock jump to attention? I find guys in the chat whispering asking what I like to do on a call. I’m a PSO! I like it all. Well, all but extreme pain. My specialty is role play. GFE is one of my favorites. I can be as sweet as you like or as nasty as you need. Many times a guy will ask how nasty can you get. Maybe just another question to stall the call? To this, I answer: Nasty is in the eye of the beholder. What you call nasty may be something completely different than another. I like to hear what is on your mind; didn’t you come in with a purpose? Maybe some hot idea that has you looking for some relief.
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By Mean Lil Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Travis begged me to humiliate the fuck out of him, and I’m always happy to oblige such a request. So I asked three of my hottest girlfriends to come with me to his house. When we got there, he was nervous; I guess he didn’t expect me to bring an audience. “What will you have me do, Mistress Krysta?” His voice shivered as I walked around him, tapping my finger to my chin.
“Well, undress first, loser. Let’s see what we’re working with.” Katie, Melissa, and Steph got comfortable on the loveseat as I pushed Travis to the center of the living room.
Wendy @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424
You watch as I twirl the emerald-looking pendant around and around in my fingers. You quickly look up into my eyes, wondering as to what will happen next, but it is as if I am not even looking at you. You only hear me whisper, “Sleep”. You quickly lose consciousness.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Hey, hey, my party pervs! Guess what?! I’m sure you’ve figured it out from the title, but just in case you’ve been gooning for too long and somehow missed the massive letters and picture without titties showing… GAME NIGHT IS BACK!! I will be hosting our kick-off game night on August 31st at nine pm EST.
Now I need at least three playa playas to play, so you better show up with your game faces on! The theme is SUPER easy, and you’ve already been doing your homework without even knowing it!
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
A horny pantie boy messaged me in chat and asked if he could play with my cock. I asked just how good he was going to suck it, and to my surprise, he begged not to. As if that would ever be an option. If you get this dick hard, you will suck it. He asked if he could dress up for me, and I said, of course.
So up went the pale blue panties. “Oh, my little clitty.” He cried. “It feels so right in my panties,” I told that little panty boy to get on his knees and release my cock since he’d been wanting to play with it so badly. “But remember, no sucking.” He said again.