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To say the weekend was a trifecta of pleasure would be an understatement. I finally checked off the prized box on my sexual bucket list: having cocks in every hole simultaneously!
It all began when my friends convinced me to join them at an exclusive, invite-only soiree. Little did I know, the night’s entertainment would be beyond anything I’d imagined. Among the sea of faces, three hot guys caught my eye: Bryce, Jax and Danny.
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An older man moved in next door. A silver fox, if you will. He appeared single, I would watch from my window as her would bring home different women. All of them younger than him and seemingly more than willing to have all his attention. I grew jealous, watching this parade of other women getting attention from the man I had a growing crush on.
It was a silent crush, though. I was afraid he wouldn’t pay me any mind at my age. So, instead of pursuing my desires, I watched him from my side of the street and fantasized about all the ways he’d touch me. About the things he would teach me about my body and his. I ached for it. I longed to strut across the street and yell, “Take me! Make me yours!” But I was too afraid until I was forced to make a move.
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You made it through Locktober as a pussy free sissy doll for me, and I’m ready to give you your reward. We agreed that if you stayed locked in chastity all of October, I would let you fuck me in November. However, you know nothing ever comes easily for a loser like you.
Anal has been a hard limit for you for so long, and I’m bored with it. If you wish to claim your reward (Driving your pathetic little girly cock into my creamy, warm pussy,) you’ll have to take my fingers up your ass while you do it. LOL I knew you wouldn’t say no. I’ll make a faggot out of you soon enough.
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I’m a 20-year-old girlie with a wild side who’s always ready to spice things up. And let me tell you, my college pussy is as tight as they come. I mean, I’ve been told it’s like a vice grip down there. Not to brag or anything.
One day, I was walking back from the library, lost in thought about some lecture I had just attended on the Renaissance. Suddenly, a cute guy from my biology class, Max, caught my eye. He smirked and asked if I wanted to grab a coffee. What began as a friendly chat turned flirty and raunchy pretty quickly. So we decided to head back to my dorm.
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As the moon cast an eerie glow on my dorm room, I couldn’t shake the thrill that coursed through my veins. It was the weekend before Halloween, and I found myself craving a certain type of excitement. The kind that only and older man could bring me.
I spent hours getting ready, my heart racing with anticipation. My brown eyes sparked as I painted my lips a deep, crimson red. I slipped into a black lace bra and thong, the fabric barely containing my perky breasts and pert ass. A sheer, ruffly skirt hugged my hips, and I added a pair of thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels to complete the sultry look.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
Holy hell you guys! A group of friends and I decided to check out the new haunted house attraction in town. The lines were crazy long, but we finally made it inside, ready to scream our lungs out. What we didn’t expect was to end up in an orgy with the “ghosts”.
As we navigated the dimly lit corridors, a creepy but good-looking guy in a ghoulish mask grabbed me, pulling me into a darkened room. Before I could protest, two other actors, both insanely muscular and ridiculously handsome, emerged from the shadows. They ripped off their masks, revealing chiseled features and hungry gazes.
In a flash, their hands were all over me, groping my breasts, squeezing my ass, and rubbing against my clit through my jeans. I was shocked, but my body was already responding, my nipples hardening beneath the fabric of my shirt. The three of them looked at each other, then back at me, and I knew I was completely at their mercy.
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My phone went off a few times during yoga, and she kept looking back at me with a stink eye. Rolling her eyes and huffing without actually saying anything. When we got into the locker room, she shoved past me and mumbled, “Rude.”
I chuckled a little to my friends and cocked my head. “Um, excuse me, BITCH, did you have something to say to my face?”
She looked me up and down dismissively, obviously thinking she’s better than me. That’s when I started to twist my long hair up into a messy bun, knowing where this was going, and she snarks off that she can’t relax if rude people keep their phone volume on during class. I didn’t intend to beat your wife’s ass after Yoga class, but honestly, she asked for it.
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I told my useless faggot boyfriend that if he didn’t start helping with the bills by getting a job, I’d find a way to make him pay. His lazy, good-for-nothing ass STILL didn’t look for a job after I dressed him in lingerie and invited six men over to gangbang him. I thought the idea of getting fucked for money would make him straighten up. However, the fucking cock lover has actually gotten lazier, if that’s even possible.
It’s clear he wants his holes getting stretched out and getting his face full of cum to be the only way he helps me out with the expenses around here. I came home to find him playing his video games again, and I threw the bag of slutty lingerie at his chest. “What’s this, baby?” He barely even looked away from the screen to check the bag.
“It’s the lingerie your sissy, slut ass is going to be wearing when you make our rent money tonight.” There was a spark of excitement in his gaze when he looked at me, and I sighed. Of course, there was no trepidation or fear. He loves being a cock sucking faggot.
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As I lay sprawled across my college bed, I couldn’t stifle the needy whimper that escaped my lips. My boyfriend, Asher, stood before me, his intense gaze flicking between my flushed face and the evidence of my desire between my thighs.
I’d been craving his touch all day, a constant ache deep within my core. Now, with him so close, I wanted nothing more than for him to devour me whole. To lose himself in the slick heat of my pussy, to make me cry out his name until my voice was hoarse.
“Aynsley, you’re dripping,” Asher murmured, his fingers tracing the swollen lips of my aching sex. “I can hardly stand it.” His eyes darkened with lust as he dragged his thumb through my wet folds, circling my clit with deliberate slowness.
I bucked my hips, seeking more of that maddening pressure. “Please, Asher,” I breathed, my hands tangling in his hair. “Make me moan. I need it so bad.”
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Loser #One strained against the duct tape stretched over his chest and hips. Uselessly, obviously, he wasn’t going anywhere until I was finished with him. His cock jutted out thick and juicy, dripping from the hour-long edging session I was tormenting him with. More duct tape gagged his mouth, so I didn’t have to hear his constant pleading for release. The cock sleeve in my hand bobbed up and down. Stretching over his head and making squelching/slurping sounds with every stroke, but my hand was growing tired. “Take over for me!” I barked at Loser #Two.