Rosie 844-332-2639 ext 257
I was always told I can’t make up my mind. I can never decide on anything. That I always go back and forth on everything. Never picking one side for too long until I try something else that interests me. Even if it can only just be for a short time.
And maybe there is some truth to it.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, hey, hi, dirty boy. I’ve discovered your browser history, and I know what you want. It’s nasty, but that’s okay. I don’t mind being a dirty girl for you. I’ve been chugging bottles of water, and now I need to go. Do you wanna watch me piddle? I can’t even count how many ounces I’ve downed preparing this playtime for you.
I have to go now, I mean, I REALLY have to go! It feels like I’m about to burst! There are goosebumps all over my limbs, and my knees are clenched together as I bounce around, trying to hold it. Does my potty dance turn you on? There’s a tent in your pants, dirty boy. You do wanna watch, don’t you?
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
Standing with the morning sun against my side casts a sinful silhouette. The light plays with the angles of my body, and I become irresistible. You’re such a lucky man to get the opportunity to gaze upon me like this. I’m standing at my dresser, inspecting my face before applying my makeup. Oblivious to the fact that the first rays of today’s sunshine are making my profile into a work of art.
My shadow stretches across the hardwood floor. Highlighting the rigid length of my hard cock and the swell of my perky implants. My trim, cinched in belly makes the curve of my round ass seem even larger. For me, it’s just another morning; for you, it’s a living art show.
Lori 844 332 2639 x 352
Foot fetish fun is what I’m looking for as I leave for the mall. Slipping on my cute little a-line mid-thigh dress I’m already visualizing how I will approach my victim. It’s a busy day as I stroll through the mall to the first shoe store. I’m checking out myself in the store windows and I really like what I see. Not many older women can pull this fashion off. The fresh pedicure looks really good in the black strappy heels. Looking into the shoe store I see it’s really busy with many shoppers and too few clerks. After all, I like to take my time so I don’t need someone stressed out with other obligations. I’m beginning to feel a bit uneasy and follow the vibe. There he is sitting on a mall bench openly staring at me. If this was a cartoon his tongue would be hanging out. Continue reading “Foot Fetich Fun”
~~~Olivia ~~~ 844~332~2639~x~226~~~
Bridesmaid hits it big while walking through the casino. As I was strolling through the casino in my silver sparkly bridesmaid’s dress and sipping my champaign. I heard the familiar ringing of the bells of a jackpot being won near where I was walking. All I had to do was follow the bells and the crowd. When I arrived where the action was there stood a very surprised run of mill kinda guy. Looked as if he had slipped in after work as he had done on many occasions. I walked over and moved in on him while offering him the champagne as if it were his. Wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him near enough he could easily see down the low top of my gown. He seemed just as much in shock about my making all the fuss over him as the win itself. Continue reading “Bridesmaid Hits It Big”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
John and I walked hand in hand into the party, and the group erupted in applause. Shouts of “Congratulations” and “It’s about time” echoed as they greeted us. My cheeks flushed, and I leaned into John’s arms. He was beaming with pride to make me his wife and I couldn’t stop thinking about the one person I shouldn’t be thinking about at all at a time like this.
My mom handed us each a glass of bubbly, and John and I parted ways to mingle. My girlfriends pulled me to the side and were already bursting with wedding plans. What my dress should look like and who should be my maid of honor. I was half-listening as I scanned the room. Was he here? Did she actually invite him? Would he even want to come? Would tonight be the night John met my ex-boyfriend?
Continue reading “Ex-Boyfriend Cucks My Fiancé At Our Engagement Party Pt. Two”
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I love when Zoey comes over for a sleepover. We have so much fun together, and I can tell her anything. We were laying in my bed listening to music and just talking the other night. Her head was on my pillow, and my head was resting on her thighs. Nearly a sixty-nine position or like yin and yang. We were both wearing only panties and our bedtime tank tops. She’d gone quiet for a few minutes when I asked her, “Zoey, what are you thinking about?”
She snickered, “Boys.” My eyes rolled.
“You’re always thinking about boys,” I complained with a heavy sigh. She rolled over onto her back and bent one knee, which showed me the center of her tiny cotton panties. She cooed about how much she couldn’t help it.
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
I haven’t always looked like this. When I was nineteen, my best friend was a guy I had a secret crush on. We hung out a lot, but he was oblivious to my desires. I wanted it that way; I didn’t want to approach him in a body I wasn’t comfortable in. But I knew I wouldn’t stay that way forever, so I waited with bated breath until we’d meet again in a time and place more appropriate for our love to have a chance. I knew he liked pretty girls, and while one was trying to break out of me at the time, I just wasn’t a pretty girl.
I saw him for the first time in a long time this weekend.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Like most young men, my son is going through a phase. One where he thinks it’s acceptable to run off at the mouth and be utterly disrespectful to me. I’ve tried grounding him and taking away his PS5, but still, his mouth is rude! It seems like the more I try to control him, the harder he bucks against me. I have to put my foot down once and for all.
I’m a girl who knows one thing. If you want a man to behave, you must own his cock. So I made reservations at the restaurant he likes most and asked him to join me for lunch in a public setting so neither of us would get out of hand. I assumed he wouldn’t raise his voice too loudly with people around and try not to make a scene.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
Working for Mr. Smith used to be really boring. The same old nine to five, typing all day, getting him coffee and lunch, listening to his dull conversations on the phone day after day. It was enough to almost make me feel bad for him. Almost.
One day, I heard him talking to a business acquaintance about how boring and awful their wives were. I’ve seen Mrs. Smith before; she’s put together nice enough, not quite like me, but who is? Poor Mr. Smith hasn’t gotten a chance to stretch Mrs. Smith’s cunt in years. Instead, he’s been forced to hold onto the distant memories of what her throat felt like and the texture of her wet tongue lapping at his aching, married cock.It wasn’t long into their marriage that Mrs. Smith stopped giving up the goods and just started taking them. Mr. Smith is a sucker; he keeps her in a fancy car and beautiful clothes, all in the hopes she’ll spread those legs once more.