1-844-33-CANDY ext 260
Since my ex boyfriend ghosted me, I was a little confused why he stopped talking to me. He’s the one who wanted me to stick my finger in his ass. Why was he so embarrassed. Maybe I took it too far? So, one afternoon I decided to go to his house to get an explanation why he was so quiet. I also brought my 13 in dildo (just in case.)
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Long ago, I was never the type to indulge in one-night stands but, when I met Lestat at that dimly lit bar, everything changed. He had a magnetic pull that was hard to resist, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We talked for hours, sharing our stories and dreams, as the night grew darker. The air was thick with desire, and I could feel the heat between us growing with every passing moment. It was only a matter of time before we decided to take our adventure to the next level.
Lestat’s apartment was a short walk away, and as we stumbled through the door, our clothes seemed to melt away with every step. Our bodies were pressed together, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. The intensity of our connection was electrifying, and I knew that this night was going to be unforgettable. As we lay on his bed, entwined in each other’s arms, I felt a sudden urge to take control. I wanted to give Lestat the most pleasure he’d ever experienced, and I knew exactly how to do it.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
He was a regular with an idea. He recommended me to his friend; told him I would do anything sexual for money. Which was partly true. His friend only wanted one thing in particular. Anal sex.
We discussed it over the phone, I made it known that his request was totally fine with me but deep down I knew I needed to prepare. I rarely did anal and it was something I charged a little extra for.
We planned it, I told him some excuse about being busy so that I would have time to prepare myself. I used my butt plug throughout the week, I wanted to be sure I could take him, whatever his cock size may be.
The day of I bent over in front of the mirror and took some photos of my ass. M was definitely an assman and requested the pics. After that I used my dildo to fuck my ass just to be sure. Felt awesome but I was nervous.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Daddy told me that my skirts were too short. I thought about my skirts compared to other girls’ skirts. I tried to explain to him that it’s the fashion. If I don’t wear the same skirts as the other girls, they’ll make fun of me. Daddy told me he didn’t care and that I dressed like a little slut. I gasps in shock at his words and tried to defend myself. But Daddy told me that it was too late, his mind was made up. Since I insisted on dressing like a naughty cock tease, he planned to show me what happened to girls like that.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
My heart was pounding with anticipation. The hotel room was dimly lit, with candles and red rose petals scattered across the floor. Ten men stood there, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, my mind racing with excitement. We planned this months ago and the wait was almost too long to bear. The thought of ten cocks all to myself made my pussy quiver like never before.
As I entered the room, the men’s eyes were locked on me. I felt like a goddess, and I knew that tonight, I was going to have the time of my life. I slowly undressed, revealing my curves and my smooth, soft skin. The men couldn’t take their eyes off me. I started rubbing my clit, feeling the heat building up inside me.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!
Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
The ordination of the consequences of my choices were proximate to my being bratty with Sir. Sometimes I just get caught up in the moment and my mouth gets me into more trouble than I had originally planned. Though sometimes, that’s still a positive outcome for me. This, however, was not to be one of those times.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
I ticked another tally mark with the Sharpie over the faggots ass. That last blow made twenty-five loads shot in or over the sissy’s gaping out hole. “I think that’s a new record!” I cheered, holding up the cum smeared tip of the Sharpie. The guys milling around with their cocks in their hands chuckled.
“And we aren’t even close to done.” The next one in line growled as he stepped up to aim his big cock at the faggots boy-pussy.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
Country parties under the stars always lead to fun and wild experiences. All of us getting together for a loud, raucous time of relaxing. Planning on letting go of the demands of the world. Sitting on lawn chairs or blankets spread out on the ground. We chilled and enjoyed some beers makes for the most perfect night of enjoyment. It’s a perfect setting for completely letting go and fucking under the stars. So, you know when we had our party last night I wasn’t going to miss a magnificent opportunity to get some country boy cock.
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
One must be careful and alert when hiking through the Appalachia woods. There live many type of cryptids and one never know when she’ll accidentally stumble upon one. I hiked a trail one sunny summer day. Lost in the feel of the forest around me. I love the press of the trees enclosing me in the lush greenery of themselves and the fauna on the forest floor beneath my feet. Distracted by the natural beauty around me, I suddenly heard the unexpected snap of a twig nearby. I stopped and listened more closely to determine whether it might be other hikers enjoying the amazing energetic day. But as I listened intently and looked around me, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. By the time I’d fully turned my attention toward the movement, a Sasquatch had stepped out from behind a tree about eight feet in front of me.