Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I’ve been told by man men that I have a flair for oral sex. I love to be thorough and passionate, taking my time giving you a first-class blow job.  This skill has taken years of practice.  Of course, it has not been without mishap.  However, through fastidious technique improvement, I have had men worship the things my mouth can do to them.  Practice makes perfect and we know I’ve had a lot of practice over the years.

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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.)

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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.  

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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?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Some guys just really like my butt. I know, I know. It’s a common thing, maybe even a cliché, BUTT…there are levels to it, aren’t there? And then there was him. HIM. Most guys, they like the curve, the shape, the way it looks in a tight pair of jeans or a silk dress. Standard appreciation. But this one? He was an ass man with a very particular vision.

He wanted me to dress up. Not for a party, not for a night out. Just for him, and for the specific fantasy he’d crafted in his mind. A patent black catsuit. Gleaming. And patent black stiletto boots, so high they practically dared me to fall. My nails, already long, were sharpened and painted a deep, dangerous crimson. When I looked in the mirror, I wasn’t just a woman in an outfit; I was a creature. A typical superhero villainess, absolutely, from the sharp lines of the suit to the predacious gleam in my own eyes. And I felt like one, too. Powerful. Unattainable. Menacing, even.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I absolutely LOVE Daddy’s itty-bitty peen! I mean, seriously, have you ever seen anything so cute? It’s like it’s just waiting for me to scoop it up in my mouth and give it a good tickle. And let me tell you, it tastes amazing! I don’t know what Daddy’s been eating, but his tiny peen is always so delicious. It’s like a salty, musky little cream-filled treat, just for me. Mmmm…YUM!

I love getting him all riled up and excited, watching his face contort in pleasure as I lick and suck on his little thing. It doesn’t get much bigger when it’s hard, it just kinda sticks its head out enough to say hi. LOL Which is fine by me because Daddy’s so good with his mouth that I almost don’t miss being fucked in the traditional sense! And the best part? Knowing that I’m the one who’s in control. I’m the one who gets to decide when he gets to have his fun and when his little peen gets to explode!

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I love fucking my stepson’s miniature cock. His hard little rod in my juicy cunt always felt so good. His dad was not around often so it was my job to teach him how to be a man and satisfy a woman. Every night before his bedtime I would massage his tiny penis with my mouth. Suck on it a tad bit so he could feel what it’s like to have a woman’s warm face hole all over it.

After I would get on top and ride him. Thrust my hips on his small body. I would ride him really slow so he can see how good mommy’s black pussy felt. “Hmm baby. Your baby cock feels so good.” He would look up at me with the cutest eyes and my twat would cum so hard. I thought to myself maybe one day I’ll teach this youngster how to breed mommy’s pussy.

Sometimes I even make him lay down and face fuck his small head. I work my hips fast and make him put his tongue in my asshole. It felt so good! When I don’t get my daily dose of cock from some random daddy, I use my Continue reading “My Stepson’s Miniature Cock”

Tongue Fuck My Butthole!

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I guess you could say I’m a spoiled, bratty little teenage slut. Daddy says I’m not supposed to be this hungry for cock but in all fairness, he did train me to be this way. I crave his older, married meat inside of me at all times. When I heard the bathroom door shut, and the shower turn on, I darted for his room and found him lying on Mommy and Daddy’s bed. Clearly, it was Mommy in the shower meaning Daddy was available to tongue fuck my butthole!

I crawled up beside him and bent over. Reaching back to pry my cheeks open. Daddy’s hands traced up the back of my smooth thigh as he chuckled. “What do you need, slutty girl?”

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Im Begging

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Was begging him, not in the way you might expect, but in the most honest way I could. Could see how lost he was, trapped in a world where nobody seemed to notice the struggle beneath his tough exterior. I didn’t want him to feel weak; I wanted him to feel strong again, the way he used to. But I was begging, desperate for him to see himself for what he truly was.

“Please,” I said softly, “just let go. Let me help you feel like a man again.”

He didn’t speak at first, staring into the distance, avoiding my gaze as though he couldn’t bear to look at me. But I kept begging, and my voice cracked with the weight of it. “You don’t have to hide behind this mask. You don’t have to pretend to be something you’re not. Just… let me in. Let me show you that you are enough.”

He shook his head, as if rejecting the very idea, but I couldn’t stop begging. “I know you’re in there, the man who deserves to feel proud of himself, the man who has strength to give. Please, let me help you see it. Let me

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