Didn't Feel It Cummin'

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

This house always be bustlin’ with boys- my husband’s friends, the boys from ’round the neighborhood. Our house is jumpin’, and everyone says it’s the spot to be. Which can be great but I never get any peace and quiet.

Because of them always causes a ruckus at all hours of the day and night, I’ve trained myself to be a real hard sleeper! So hard, in fact, that I didn’t even feel it when it young little punk decided to jerk off on my sleeping face!

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

There you sit, yet again, sad and depressed. I know you’re sad and depressed because you’ve come in every night this week to pour your heartbreaking stories all over the bartender. I suppose no one else would listen to your loathsome rambling without being paid to do so.

It seems you’ve got nothing to live for, or at least it seems you believe that by the way you talk to strangers, so tonight, I’m going to make you mine. Just like always, after a few too many, you stumble off your stool and make your way out the door and into the darkness.

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Little Krysta's Business Endeavor

 Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

Oh, hey, hi. So you know how the price of everything is going up, but people still want to spend money on things from the beauty industry? Well, I’ve been broke for a while now—like broke, BROKE—and as an independent woman, I decided to come up with a business endeavor that would solve all my problems.

I needed something cheap to make but that people would buy. I read somewhere that some women pay a lot of money for cum facials. I guess the protein-packed boy load smoothes out wrinkles and slows the aging process. As soon as I read that, I knew I could literally use you to bottle liquid gold!

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

He stood at the dark window, scowling at the freshly falling snow outside. I slipped up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist. My hands rubbed his bare chest and pulled his hard body back against my soft chest. My lips brushed lightly against the back of his neck. “Snow, in the last week of March,” the last words of his sentence were echoed inside of the glass in his hand as he drained the last of the amber-colored liquid.

“Come to bed,” I snickered, placing light kisses across his shoulder. He scoffed, not at me but at the winter wonderland outside, and didn’t budge, as if the heat of his glaring would melt the offending white stuff before it had a chance to stick.

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No Backshots For Lea

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I got a call from a white boy today who was so in love with my big, beautiful, ebony breasts that he said he would give me no backshots ever! Anytime he wanted to fuck me, it would be on my back with my six-inch heels braced against his shoulders. You just know that boy was obsessed with seeing my tits flop with every thrust.

Like the motion of the ocean just setting the mood. Normally, I would protest, I like being bent over and fucked like a dirty bitch, but this white boy was packing ten inches. Shoot, with that much meat, he can get it any time, any way he wants ta give it.

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Steak And Blow Job Day!

Kinky Krysta 1844-332-2639 Ext.410

As soon as I heard Daddy’s truck pull into the drive, I ran outside with my little bare feet and the plastic plate of food I’d grilled up just for him. “Daddy! Daddy!” I squealed as he climbed down from the lifted truck. The little fake grilled steak had slipped off my plate from all my bouncing, but I picked it up super fast and dusted it off. Putting it back on the plate before he could see I’d dropped it.

“Hey Princess, what do you have there?” Daddy asked as he scooped me up into his arms. I proudly showed off the plate of toy green beans, mashed potatoes, and a grilled steak.

“It’s Steak and blow job day, just for you!”

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Humiliating a Shoe Whore

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

So this sissy girl meets me in chat and tells me she is dressed like a French Maid! Oh, la la, right? But I already know a few of this little girl’s triggers., Meaning, I know exactly what I want to do with her. This sissy, in particular, LOVES when I put on my Doc Martins! She is such a fucking shoe whore!

I do love to give my girls what they need, so I commanded the sissy to lick the toe of my boot clean and slap her favorite suction cup dildo to the top of my boot. You know it stuck really well to that slick, drool-coated surface.

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Bountiful Chocolate

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext 244

Look at you! A little white boy with a mean-ass sweet tooth. Don’t worry; this bountiful chocolate ain’t going nowhere. You can come on over and sink your teeth into my juicy body any time you want. A warning though, chocolate is addictive and so is this pussy.

I know you’re used to blonde bomb shells rocking your world or brunette Mistress’s fucking your marriage up but Mrs. Lea’s got what your really need. A big ebony Mama to make all your secret fantasies come true.

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Truth Or Dare

Truth Or Dare

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

My hands touch your knees and pry your legs open. I can hear your heart pounding in your chest as I look up at you with my hungry blue eyes. You can hardly believe this is real and your rub at your eyes as if you’re dreaming. Not this time; this is really happening.

The hottest girl in school is squatted between your legs, slithering her body up yours before turning around and planting her ass in your lap. I swish my hips to the music, feeling your boner grow under me. My hair flips back as I arch my spine and roll my hips to the music. When your best friend dragged you to this house party, you thought it’d be lame. No one ever talks to you at school unless it’s to make fun of you, but when you got roped into the cool kids’ game of truth or dare, you couldn’t have imagined it’d end with me on your lap.

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Modeling Isn't So Hard

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

A beautiful, well-kept woman handed me a business card during an outing at the mall. She said she was a modeling scout and that I had the look everyone was searching for. Of course, I was flattered, but she probably had said the same thing to a dozen other girls that day alone. I thanked her and tried to walk past, but she grabbed my elbow and looked into my eyes.

“Please, just call the number and set up a test shoot.” There was a desperation in her voice that I didn’t understand until she said, “I don’t get paid unless girls show up for the test shoot, and I haven’t had any luck. Please, you don’t have to do more than let them take a few photos and see if they offer you a contract.”

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