*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I want to make you cum extra hard tonight after you watch me fuck. How does it make your cock feel to be sneaky and watch someone? Knowing that you can’t touch but you can watch me probably drives you crazy.
I’ve always been turned on by being watched when I’m fucking. So, when I started having fun here, hot voyeur calls were a given!
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
It was just another Friday afternoon when my phone started buzzing with an urgent message from Grandpa’s life alert system. My heart pounded as I ran to his house, fearful of what condition he would be in once I arrived. By the time I burst through the door, Kayla, the life alert dispatcher, was already on the phone. “Amber, can you see your grandfather?” she asked, her voice steady yet concerned.
There, on the floor, was my elderly grandpa, clutching his penis and writhing in discomfort. “Yep, I’ve got him in sight,” I replied, scanning the scene with a mix of horror and curiosity. Kayla instructed me to wet the tip of his penis with my saliva, explaining that it would make the process easier. I leaned in and gently moistened the affected area by spitting on it. Grandpa let out a pained groan but relaxed his grip slightly.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
I’ve dressed you in stain and lace. You look like an utter slut, and that’s precisely what you’ll be for Mommy. I’ve invited over six men who are eager to fill your holes with cock and cum. The gang bang will be epic and last four hours. No matter how quickly your clit explodes. They will keep using you. Over and Over. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, my sissy faggot? Get to your knees and crawl to the center of the circle of cock.
You’re about to be sacrificed in the name of their pleasure. Make Mommy proud and beg for what the cum you crave.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I can deny it, I was born to be a slutty size queen. I’m not ashamed of what I need in bed when it comes to big cocks. And women who say size doesn’t matter are straight up lying, trust me on this my small, dicked boys.
I’ve not been the same since the first time I had a big cock. Also, since we’re being honest, we all know that my first big cock was black. White dicks just don’t do it for me anymore. I don’t even love the big white ones. The passion and power that comes along with a black cock just can’t be matched. It’s something I can’t describe but if you’ve had a black cock, you know exactly what I mean.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I squirmed beneath Mitchell’s looming figure, the absurdity of the situation only heightening the searing heat pooling between my thighs. My rent was overdue, and now he stood over me, his rugged features twisted into a snarl of displeasure. A spark of apprehension and raw, primal excitement raced through me as I realized he intended to collect the debt in the most carnal of ways.
“Get on your knees,” Mitchell growled, his roughened tone sending shivers down my spine.
As I complied, his calloused hand grasped the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. The thick bulge of his arousal pressed insistently against my cheek, an unspoken demand. I parted my lips, and he ruthlessly shoved himself past them, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat.
Jamie 1-844-332-2639 ext 461
“You won’t believe the night I had, Jamie,” Randy’s voice crackled, already a little hoarse, buzzing with the afterglow of his nocturnal adventures. He was a creature of the shadows, and his stories were stained with the same grime. I sat at my kitchen table, the half-eaten remains of a microwave meal cooling in front of me. Randy, on the other hand, was sitting in his car, still slick with the memory of anonymous mouths and urgent hands.
“Got a new spot,” he continued, excitedly. “Back of the old cinema, you know the one? Dark. Perfect. There was this big guy, hairy hands. Didn’t even say a word, just went for it.” He launched into the details, the hot breath, the rough stubble, the frantic rhythm against the plywood partition. He painted the scene with such visceral honesty, I could almost smell the stale sex and the cheap cleaner.
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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I love being a college slut. It means that I get what I want from basically every guy and teacher on campus. Who wouldn’t love that?
But I understand that to be a college slut I also need to look the part. I know going back to school doesn’t normally mean lingerie shopping, but for me it’s necessary. Returning to school after a summer break always feels like a fresh start, which also means fresh new men I can flirt with.
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*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
I always thought I was a faithful wife. Until I discovered that rock hard, twenty-year-old cocks are simply the best. There’s no competition really. How did I discover this you ask? Let me tell you.
At 32 I thought I had my life figured out. My career was stable, my friendships were solid, and my routine was comfortable. I wasn’t actively searching for love or even just sex, especially not with someone younger. But then I met Dylan at a mutual friend’s party, and everything changed.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I posed, alone on stage in the darkness, waiting for the music to build. My heartbeat was pounding in my chest as the steps of my routine played over and over in my head. I’d practiced a thousand times, but this would be my first performance. I could hear the gravelly tones of men talking in hushed voices until the spotlight flicked over my body, making me the only thing visible in the room. Then, a hush fell over the crowd as the bright light above highlighted my luscious curves. The music swelled, and my hips swayed to the beat. Rhythmically. Hypnotically.
I faced the crowd expecting… I don’t know what. Horny men jerking off? Piles of cash being flung at my feet? I’m not sure what I expected, but darkness wasn’t it. My head bowed, chin tucked to my shoulder as I reached behind me to pull the strings of my top. The bodice floated to the floor, and cheers reached my ears. I wasn’t alone at all.