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Pegging Party

Posted 4 days ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Oh honey, I can’t wait to slide my thick, girthy strap-on deep into that tight little ass of yours. You’re going to be such a good boy for me, aren’t you? Moaning and begging as I stretch you wide open on my cock. It’s pegging party night!

I’ve got the perfect toy picked out for this naughty pegging session. A big, fat dildo that’s going to make you see stars. It’s inky black silicone will look so delicious violating your pink hole. I might start you off with something smaller first, just to get you nice and ready. Work you up slooowly. But we both know what you really want, what you really need – my huge, veiny strap-on splitting you in half.

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restless

Posted 1 week ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I can’t help but feel restless as I sit in my cozy apartment, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of my freshly diapered ABDL as he sleeps soundly in his crib. I love taking care of him and all, but sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in her life! That’s when I let my mind wander, imagining a big, strong, hunky man coming over to satisfy my every desire. I close my eyes and picture him in my mind, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he towers over me. I can almost feel his hard, throbbing cock in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its girth and length.

“God, I need you to fuck me hard with that big fat dick of yours,” I whisper to myself, my pussy growing wet with desire. I can’t help but let out a soft moan as I imagine him thrusting into me, filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. My hands slip into my panties, feeling how slick and wet I am as I begin to touch myself, imagining it’s HIS fingers, probing and exploring my folds as he prepares to enter me.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to get naked for you, baby. Naked except for my sexy stilettos. High heels on only. I want you to see my body laid bare, my soft curves and smooth skin beckoning your touch. My breasts, firm and perky, nipples hard with desire. My taut tummy, leading down to my glistening pink pussy, already wet with anticipation.

I’ll recline on the bed, legs spread wide in invitation, my black stilettos pointed towards the ceiling. The cool leather against my feet, the ultimate teaser. I want you to drink in the sight of me, your eyes roaming hungrily over every inch. Your cock will be straining in your pants, rock hard and throbbing, aching to fill me up.

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Pay For My Pot Of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love it when payday falls around St. Patrick’s Day. It’s just so fitting. Legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures who like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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College Boys

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It was spring break recently and I had some college boys in my house. My stepson came home for the week and brought one of his friends, Jake, with him.

Now you all know how much I love college boys so having Jake here was very tempting. I tried my best to be a good “mom” to the boys, but it was hard to keep my feelings to myself. So let me tell you about one of the encounters I had with my college boys last week.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.

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Sweaty Armpit Sex

Posted 2 weeks ago by Lea

Sweaty Armpit Sex

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Y’all boys be some freaks, I tell ya. I caught Tre watching me real hard while I hauled my fat ass up the stairmaster at the gym. Now, I was holding on for dear life, pulling myself up that devil machine, just huffin’ and puffin’. Sweating like a whore in service, if you know what I mean but Mama was getting in that cardio.

Tre is a young man with a reputation for being a freaky playa. I tried to ignore his gaze, but when his tongue swiped along his lower lip and he rubbed his hands together, I knew it was on. I shut off that work out machine and trotted my happy ass into the locker room to find out exactly what kinda freaky deaky stuff got Tre off.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend Bob and I were dreaming of an epic vacation to Hawaii – thought we’d soak up the sun, sip Mai Tais, and fuck like a pair of honeymooners. It was going to be bliss!

But leave it to that dummy to go and mess things up for us. He got himself fired from his cushy office job. Can you believe it? I was furious! All my daydreams of palm trees and piggyback rides on the beach were dashed. So I decided to take matters into my own hands.

I had a plan – a deliciously wicked plan. Poor Bob was bewildered when I marched into the bedroom brandishing makeup, wigs, and a heap of slutty outfits. “What the hell is all this, babe?” he asked, eyes wide as saucers. I just smirked. “It’s time for you to pay for our trip, one way or another.”

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The cheating wife was a title I took on proudly. The neighbor was going to be my secret the I was going to take to my grave.

Ain’t nothing worse than a woman scorned—except a woman bored. And I was starving for some action. I had the house, the ring, the man—hell, even the luxury SUV with the custom plates. But all that meant nothing when my nights were as dry as my untouched lace panties. My husband, Derrick, was too busy chasing deals to notice the heat burning between my thighs.

That’s where Jason, my neighbor came in. The young bull next door, all muscle and cocky smirks, had been watching me too long for it to be innocent. And one day when I caught him shirtless in his driveway, sweat glistening, gray sweatpants hugging his print just right—I knew I wasn’t the only one hungry.

One night, when Derrick was on a “business trip,” I took a bold step. A silk robe, barely tied, and a knock-on Jason’s door at midnight. His eyes dragged over my body, lingering on my parted lips. “You’re good, Trinity?” His voice was deep, teasing but with a slight concern. Why was I in Continue reading “Cheating Wife: The Neighbor’s Secret” →