Quack & Wack

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey babes. Do you like to quack while you’re wacking it? Because I want to tell you all about a very hilarious and pathetic loser I talked to last week. First, guy slips into my dms and says he’s in a duck blind. Being a sophisticated urban dweller, I was like, what the hell is that? He told me was duck hunting and sent me a selfie confirming where he was.

I started laughing my butt off and and teased him about how he couldn’t even go a few hours without putting his hands on that gooner cock, squeezing and stroking it. Even in the middle of Mother Nature!

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Mommy's Panties Make You Cum

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

My son went away to college, and the house was quiet without him. I had so much less cleaning to do, and everything was always where I left it. Honestly, I missed the chaos of being a boy mom, but it was nice to relax for once. I was so excited when he came home for spring break, but I didn’t expect the new type of chaos we would encounter.

The first day he was home, I showered after the gym, and the panties I had laid out went missing. I assumed maybe I had dropped them on the way to the bathroom, or maybe I didn’t grab them like I thought I had, so I let it go and grabbed a new pair. Then, each day, the same thing happened. Even the sweaty pairs I put in my hamper went missing, too!

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Get OFF!

Get OFF!

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“Get off,” You grunt as I ride your married cock deep in my tight teen pussy. My hips bare down, and I grind harder. “Belle, get off of me,” the desperation in your voice makes me so wet.

“No,” I moan, throwing my head back. I’m so close, just a little more. Your raw cock is throbbing inside of me as you try to hold back. Maybe you should have thought twice about letting me ride you without protection. “Cum inside of me. I want to feel it.”

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Mama Felicity's Game Night

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Tonight is my game night, and it’s for the ABDLs! You know how much those stinky boys and sissy girls mean to Mama, so we’re going to play, “What’s in my Diaper bag?”

Do you remember when you were little, you’d play a game that started off like, “I’m going to a picnic, and I’m bringing…” Then, the first person picks an item starting with A. The second person picks an item starting with B, and on and on and on? That’s how we’ll play, only I’ve already packed my diaper bag, and players must guess what I’ve packed for each letter of the alphabet!

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Accidental Roomies

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Transferring to the university so late in the year meant I had to take whatever room was available. For some strange reason, there was a typo on my registration forms stating my name as “Alex,” not “Alexus.” That’s how I ended up in the boy’s dormitory as your accidental roomie. There is nowhere else for me to go, so I really hoped we could make it work.

Of course, it was awkward at first because you’ve never lived with a girl. Or a girl with a cock. I could tell it made you so curious.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It started when my neighbor, Steve,  knocked on my door and handed me a sleek black box adorned with a red satin bow. “A little Valentine’s Day treat for you,” he said with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. I thanked him and opened the box, revealing an assortment of gourmet truffles. They smelled divine, so I popped one into my mouth and savored the rich chocolate melting on my tongue.

Little did I know, those decadent treats held a secret ingredient – a potent aphrodisiac potion that would change everything. Steve must have slipped it in when I wasn’t looking! Later that evening, there was a knock at the door again. It was Steve, this time wearing a sinful grin.

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We are at work, and I noticed the way you looked at me. The nervous glances, the awkward stumbling over words when we were in close proximity. It was flattering, to say the least, but I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of you, my boss, being attracted to me.

I decided to make my move one evening after the store had closed and waited until everyone else had left. I could see the hesitation in your eyes, the internal struggle between your attraction to me and the knowledge that this was not ethical. But I could also see the desire, the hunger that I knew I could satisfy.

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Abandoned Free-Use Slut

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There is a park nearby known for gay activities. They say all kinds of “straight” men frequent the park once it gets dark to cheat on their wives or girlfriends by blowing some other closeted fag.

Tonight, I’m going to leave them a special treat. I dressed Jason up in thigh-high stockings and the smallest pleather mini skirt I could find in his size. Then I glued a wig to his head and blindfolded him. Boys really should stop saying they’d “Do anything for me” when they have no idea what I’m capable of.

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Double Diapers

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

“Mommy?” Baby whimpered into the phone, but he only heard my giggling on the other end. “Mommy, please. Are you there?” He knew I was on a date with a real man. You know, one who doesn’t wear diapers when he’s stressed out, and I’d told him not to stay up and wait for me to come back home. Another round of giggles keeps me from answering until he annoyingly whimpers my name again.

“What? I told you to go to bed an hour ago. Why are you calling me AGAIN? You are interrupting my fun.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Hey there, sexy! Let me tell you a little secret – I’m the perfect girlfriend for you because I’m not your wife. Yeah, you read that right.

See, I know your wife just doesn’t get it. She’s too caught up in her busy life to really see what you need. To understand what makes you tick. But me? I’m different. I know exactly what you crave, even if you don’t say it out loud. I can see it in the way you look at me when you think no one is watching. How your eyes linger just a bit too long. And trust me, I’m more than happy to give you everything she won’t.

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