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Where on earth is the radicchio? I wondered. Searching the produce section. Am I missing it? They usually always have it. And it’s my absolute favorite. But I’m not finding it. Right as I look up, I see the produce manager. He’s always very helpful. To be honest, he’s also very flirty. And I guess very intuitive and attentive as well. Because he came right over and asked what he could help me find. I asked about the radicchio. He looked so disappointed to have to tell me that a shipment had been delayed. He apologized profusely. And took my phone number. He told me that he was going to make a few phone calls. And he would let me know when it would be in. I assured him that it was not a big deal. And told him how much I appreciated it.

Later that day, he called to let me know that it came in. He told me that as a courtesy, he was going to have it delivered. Then he apologized again for the inconvenience. Wow, I thought. What a sweetheart he is.

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Feeling Bratty

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Lately, I’ve been feeling really bratty. Like, constantly bratty. I just can’t help myself – being a brat turns me on so much. I love pushing daddy’s buttons, seeing how far I can go before he finally loses his cool. It’s so hot.

So the other day, I decided to really test daddy’s patience. I waited until he got home from work, then I sauntered out of my room wearing the skimpiest little outfit – a cropped t-shirt that barely covered my tits and these itty-bitty booty shorts. I knew it would drive him wild seeing me dressed like such a slutty schoolgirl.

“Hey daddy,” I purred, twirling in front of him. “Like what you see?”

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“I’ve always felt like such a perv Dr. Julie. My fetishes make me feel so much shame. I’ve tried to suppress them all of my life. I try so hard to fight them and deny them. But nothing works. The fantasies just keep playing through my mind. Like a broken record. It’s the only way I can get turned on. I always thought it was like a curse. And I figured that I was doomed as far as a relationship is concerned. My worst fear was someone finding out. About my dirty little secret. My taboo fetish. It’s such a lonely life Dr. Julie. Always hiding in a closet.”

“But then I found you and the other Candy Girls. You have changed my life. Now I realize that I’m not alone. My fetish isn’t uncommon. And I have nothing to feel ashamed about. Realizing this has given me more confidence now than I ever have. I never thought I would be able to talk to sexy women openly and honestly. About anything and everything. And not be judged. I actually feel heard and understood for the first time in my life.”

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Hey there, stud. It’s your favorite little slut, Aynsley, and I am SO ready to service your big, hard cock until you bust your load. I don’t plan to stop until you’re empty, my dear. I want every last drop.

I’ll start by working my tight little pussy around your shaft. I’ll ride you hard and fast, bouncing on top of you until you’re seeing stars. My cunt will grip you snugly with every rise and fall. You won’t be able to hold back for long as I milk you dry with my sticky, wet walls.

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I may be pint-sized, but don’t let my petite frame fool you – this little miss can handle any big dick you throw my way! As a proud member of the petite pink porno sisterhood, I’m here to spill the tea on how us small but mighty babes can take cock like champs, no matter the size.

First things first, being little has its advantages. I can contort my body into all sorts of fun positions that leave the guys gagging (in a good way, obvi). Plus, I’ve got the energy and flexibility to keep going all night long. You want to fuck me into a pretzel? I’m your girl. Want me to bounce on that big dick until the sun comes up? I’m not stopping until you bust.

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You know what I want? I want you to sit down. To get very comfortable. And then I want to watch you stroke it for me.

I’ve been eyeing that big bulge for a while now and I’m beyond excited to finally see you whip it out for me. My panties are wet at the first sight of your already hard cock.

While you get it out, I’m going to lay back, spread my legs, and slide my hand into my panties. My tight, pink 20-year old pussy is already sopping wet.

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Oh Daddy, I miss those days when I was your sweet little girl. Remember when I was more innocent? You taught me everything I know about being your perfect daddy’s girl.

I think back to the first time you came into the room at night. You sat on the edge of my mattress and pulled me onto your lap. “Come sit with Daddy,” you said in that deep, husky voice. My heart was racing as you ran your hands over my smooth thighs.

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Daddy treats me like a princess, his perfect little princess. He showers me with gifts and affection, always making sure I’m happy. The other day, Daddy surprised me with a sparkly new tiara and matching sapphire necklace. “My princess deserves to have the finest jewels,” he whispered in my ear, his hot breath tickling my skin. I felt myself shiver with delight.

Of course, Daddy knows that this princess also deserves the finest designer clothes. He takes me shopping and lets me pick out anything I want, no matter the price. This week, I chose a sexy little red bikini, the kind that makes Daddy’s eyes light up with lust when I model it for him. Watching Daddy’s reaction motivates me to be the best girl I can be for him.

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Everyone sees me as the sweet, innocent college girl-next-door. I wear short skirts, tight crop tops and look like I’m barely legal. But that normal college girl image couldn’t be further from the truth. Deep down, I crave something very different…you can call me Anal-sley.

Underneath my wholesome facade, I’m a filthy anal slut desperate to have my asshole stretched and gaping open by a huge, fat cock. As I walk across campus, I can’t help but imagine what it would feel like to have my tight little rosebud brutally pounded into submission. My classmates have no idea that I spend my nights frantically researching the best anal training methods and practicing on my toys.

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Sissy Goes For A Massage

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My little closet sissy has been expressing how much he wants to branch out. He said he wanted his boundaries pushed just a little. So he could experience the thrill of almost exposure. I knew the best way to do this was to make him book a massage.

He scheduled it for this morning and came to tell me he was leaving. I clicked my teeth and told him to go back to the bedroom. When he asked why, I told him I had laid out what I expected him to wear to his appointment. His face instantly fell, but his cock jumped so hard I thought it’d bust through his jeans!

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