Category: big tits

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

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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” →

Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

My best friend’s wedding turned into an x-rated soap opera. The wedding was grand, gorgeous, and breathtaking. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house. She had been so nervous. This was the first time her whole, extended, dysfunctional family was going to be together in many years. And then the whole groom’s family would be there. All meeting each other for the first time. Amazingly enough, it all went off without a hitch. The wedding itself, and reception afterwards anyways.

But the bride’s family had an after party. I think her parents thought it would be an opportunity to bring the family closer together. They had all been estranged for many years. But I don’t think they had anticipated what would happen. After lots of food and many drinks, all of the family secrets began to come out. One after another. The more they heard, the more they drank. It became very apparent as to why they had been estranged. And why my friend had always said they were dysfunctional. It was quickly turning into a total fiasco. As the truth came out, family members were wanting revenge on each other. Before we knew it everyone was doing everyone. Continue reading “My Best Friend’s Wedding” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

There’s something undeniably thrilling about steamy car sex—fogged-up windows, secret rendezvous, and the rush of getting caught make every parked and pleasured moment unforgettable! “Ugh fuck me baby! Fuck me harder big daddy!” The windows of the car fogged up as he was fucking my black tight pussy doggy style in the back seat. “Damn Trinity, this pussy feels so good!” I threw my head back, arched my back, and tightened my pussy muscles around that gigantic black dick. It felt soooo fucking good. I had missed him so much. He was gone on a business trip and left my pussy dripping wet days before.

He was pounding my big bubble ass and I was loving every minute of it. “Oh yes daddy! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!!” He shoved his rod deeper inside my chocolate pussy.He put his thumb in my asshole and pulled my hair. He knew that was my weak spot. “Cum on daddy’s dick Trini come on!” He pounded my ass harder and harder. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could hear people walking by probably wondering why a Mercedes Benz was parked on the side of a busy Walmart

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