Category: barely legal

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I know my roommates are horny sluts. But I wasn’t expecting what I saw. I guess they weren’t expecting me home yet. There was noise coming from one of their bedrooms. As I walked by, I realized it was cracked. I couldn’t help but peek in. And I couldn’t believe what I saw. One roommate was on her knees with a collar on. The other one was standing in front of her wearing a strap on. She was also holding a leash that was attached to the other’s collar. She yelled “suck my cock whore”. Then she shoved it in her mouth and started gagging her with it. After a few minutes she told her to turn around and get on all fours. Then she started oiling up the strap on. She shoved her head down to the ground and told her to spread her ass open. Then she started slowly sliding the strap on into her ass. Once she got it all the way in, she pulled out. Then she slammed in back in harder and faster. She kept repeating this. But each thrust was faster, harder, and deeper than the last.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Recently, Amber and I discussed how our FYP pages on TikTok seemed filled with hot women like us eating different foods noisily and sexily. So, I suggested we give it a try and turn it into edging guys with our mouths but not in the usual way.  Intrigued, Amber enthusiastically joined me in trying some food ASMR edging.

First, we found a willing victim who craved to hear us smack our lips and chew and slurp and suck different foods as we edged him to food eating sounds.  He even let us watch him stroke and edge for us while we drove him insane with the need to cum as we enjoyed taking turns feeding enough delicious treats.  Together we’d come up with a pile of tasty treats that we’d both enjoy eating and feeding to one another as we drove our client crazy as a united team.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I have to tell you about my naughty neighbor. I was in the backyard sunbathing when I heard something. Then I saw him through the fence. He was spying on me. At first, I thought I was seeing things. But sure enough, it was him. I turned over and pretended not to see him. But I kept hearing noises coming from the other side of the fence. So I just got up and went inside. That’s when I saw him. He was masturbating in his back yard while he was looking for me through the fence. I immediately knew how the term “peeping tom” came about. He was definitely that. As I went through closing all the blinds, our eyes met. I don’t know how he saw me, but it was obvious that he had. Before I knew it, I heard a knock at my door. I peeped out the peephole and it was him. Unsure what to do and scared at the same time, I ignored it. But he kept knocking. So I finally answered. He was a middle aged man. I could tell that he had a raging hard on and was about to rip through his jeans.

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Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Roger shifted nervously on the chaise lounge before me. He wouldn’t look at me, but I waited. I tapped my pen against the notebook in my lap. He cleared his throat, and my pen froze. “I have to confess why it’s been so long since my last session.” His voice was weak, as if he was scared of what he’d confess. Or maybe he was afraid of my reaction to whatever it was he had to tell me.

“Go on. This is a safe space.” I lied. My hypnosis therapy is a front for turning straight men into cock sucking faggots. They come in, often saying they’d like to quit smoking or watching porn or cheating on their wives and I offer my services. Only as soon as they are out, I train them to be secret cock suckers. After they wake up, they have no memory of the session and go on about their lives until their trigger is activated. Roger, hopefully unaware of all this, finally looked up at me.

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Hot Holiday Weekend

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I know this weekend is a long one for Americans, but I had a hot holiday weekend of my own recently. Canadians celebrate some holidays that Americans don’t have. For example, last weekend was the Victoria Day weekend for us. Or what most of us call the May 2-4 weekend. We celebrate by going to the cottage and letting loose. I usually spend it naked, but I can’t speak for every Canadian haha. It’s our unofficial start of the summer and last weekend was a HOT one for me!
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I don’t know if it’s so chilly where you are this weekend.  But it’s a very chilly and cold Memorial Day Weekend here.  It’s supposed to be the weekend where everyone opens up their pools for summer.  But there isn’t going to be any swimming at the pool this weekend.  Good thing I have lots of great pool memories about previous adventures at the pool.  Like last year I decided to spend some time at the community pool.  I fell asleep soaking up the sun and missed the call that the pool was closing.  The head lifeguard had been checking me out all summer and told the other lifeguards to let me sleep while they cleared everyone else out.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Liam isn’t my husband, but he’s someone’s husband. That should make him off-limits. The band around his ring finger is supposed to be a warning sign for girls like me. It should yell, “This one is claimed. Back off!” But it screams just the opposite. That ring actually tells me that a man is a provider. A thoughtful, mostly committed man who was tolerated enough to go through with the wedding.

I can see why she said yes. He’s charming and handsome in the most annoying way. Sure, his cock is my favorite part, but we don’t have to tell her that. Not yet. I’m supposed to stay away from his house, but the temptation is too much. I’ve bought a pair of cherry edible panties, and there’s only one husband I want to lick them off me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Aynsley was just a cute college girl, but she had a dirty little secret – she was absolutely addicted to anal sex. At only 20 years old, her tight little pink asshole had already seen more cock than most women experience in a lifetime.

It all started freshman year. Aynsley had been partying, giggling and gossiping until the room started to spin.

“Looks like somebody hit it too hard, huh?” drawled a familiar voice. It was Tyler, the star quarterback and notorious manwhore. He’d been eyeing Aynsley all week.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

The moment I walked out of my last final exam, I knew – it was time to party! No more studying, no more stress, no more responsibility. Just a wild summer of non-stop debauchery. And like any self-respecting co-ed slut, I planned to start by getting absolutely fucked silly by the hottest college hunks on campus.

I sauntered into the biggest party of the year, my tight little minidress leaving nothing to the imagination. Every pair of eyes turned my way as I made my entrance. The bass pulsed through my core, making my swollen pussy lips quiver with anticipation.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He calls the shots and I love it. It starts with a look. Not the kind of look that asks. The kind that commands. The kind that tells you what you’re going to do—and you already know you’re going to do it. He was older. Powerful. Hands always in his pockets, voice low, calm… but his eyes? They owned me before he ever touched me.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said one day, closing the door behind us. “You want to be told what to do, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just dropped my eyes and nodded. “Strip. Knees. Now.” And I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

I knelt on the floor—bare, trembling, wet. He circled me like a predator with all the time in the world. He touched me only when he wanted to, how he wanted to. One hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. Every whimper was permission for him to take more.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warned. “Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
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