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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

The stranger at the bar was my boyfriend. It was his idea. “Let’s play pretend tonight,” he said. “You be you—but act like you’ve never met me.” He told me where to meet him: a dark lounge tucked in the corner of the city, moody lighting, velvet booths. I walked in like I didn’t belong to anyone. Red lips, black heels, no bra under my silk blouse.

He was sitting at the bar, one hand around a whiskey glass, the other draped casually across his lap. He didn’t even glance at me at first. When he did, his eyes lit up with pure hunger. “You here alone?” he asked, voice low, dangerous. “For now,” I answered, sliding onto the stool beside him.

He bought me a drink. Let his hand graze my thigh as we talked about everything and nothing. My heart was racing—and I knew we were both fighting the urge to drop the act. But it made everything hotter.

Thirty minutes later, we stumbled into a hotel room like we’d just met. He pushed me against the door, yanked my blouse open, and kissed me like he didn’t know my name. He fucked me rough, like Continue reading “The Stranger at the Bar Was My Boyfriend” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I was home from college for the weekend when I found myself in an impossible situation with my sister’s husband. I’m 20 years old but my naivety got the better of me.

It all started innocently enough. My sister was out of town on business and I was lounging around the house, bored out of my mind. My brother-in-law was home, too, but we rarely interacted, having little in common. That evening, he surprised me with a bottle of expensive champagne.

“Let’s have a drink to celebrate your homecoming,” he said with a wink, popping the cork. I hesitated at first. But he assured me it would be fun.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Baby, I wanna play hooky with you. Today, as I woke up and started my morning routine to head to work, all I could think about was crawling back under the warm covers and pulling you close to me. I yearned to feel your naked body pressed against mine, our hips and thighs intertwined as we breathed in the scent of our mixed perspiration.

I wanted to skip out on my responsibilities and obligations for a day, to spend it exploring every inch of your tantalizing skin instead. Thinking about running my fingers over your chiseled abs and up your strong arms. I longed to lock my lips with yours, plunging my tongue into your mouth to taste you deeply.

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My little Buddy

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

My little buddy is so curious. He hasn’t quite learned the saying about the consequences of curiosity. Lucky, I got to be the one to teach him this little lesson. See, while I was sitting sweet, little Eugene, he thought it would be a good idea to sneak into my bedroom and read my diary.

He found an entry about Tricia and how I helped her eliminate her pesky, annoying balls. This made Eugene too curious not to ask me about the details of tying up little Tricia’s ballsac until it shriveled up and fell away. “Why would you do that, Valerie?” He asked me while rubbing his own little balls. I reached out to pet his hair and tilted my head sweetly.

“I could show you how good it feels? Not to have them…”

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Fisting Him At His Desk

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

I’ve never fisted anyone. Hadn’t really thought about it if I’m honest, but now that I’ve done it once, I think I want to do it to every man I play with! I’ve been working with Mr. D for a while now and I know every morning about this time, his big cock pulls him away from work and he just has to stroke one out. I slipped into his office, silly man was too horny tor remember to lock his door.

He was shocked to see me and tried to hide the fact that he was jerking his cock with both feet up on the edge of his desk and one finger stuffed in his ass. I told him I was only here to help, and he reclined back in the office chair.

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Edge To Me

Posted 2 months ago by Alexus

Edge To Me

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I know what it’s like when you want to masturbate but can’t find the RIGHT video or photo. You are rock hard, lazily stroking with one hand, waiting for something to trigger you. Your finger is continuously scrolling nonstop through the void of pussy and ass. You crave that one image that will spike lust into your balls and make you bust. But it gets harder and harder to find the more you look.

Well, stop right here. I am what you need to edge to. You know you want to. The desire and lust are right there for you to indulge in. Edge to me!

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Is There A Tag?

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.

“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.

“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”

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1844-33-CANDY EXT 423

The elevator doors slide open, revealing the expansive marble floors of my sugar daddy’s penthouse. I step out, heels clicking against the cool stone, and I can feel your eyes on me, hungry and eager. I turn to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “You know what I want for dessert, don’t you?”

You nod, a mix of anticipation and nervousness in your eyes. That look on you is absolutely lovable. I walk over to the plush couch, my dress riding up slightly with each step, giving you a teasing glimpse of my thighs. I turn around, my back to you, and slowly unzip my dress, letting it fall to the floor in a pool of silk. Then I step out of it, standing in nothing but my black lace thong and heels.

“Come here,” I command, my voice firm yet inviting. You approach me, your eyes roaming over my body, taking in every curve and line. I turn around, my ass now facing you, and I bend over slightly, giving you a perfect view of my ass. “You know what to do,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. Continue reading “Dessert for My Sugar Daddy” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.

Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.

He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle Me” →

I Don't Need Help, Daddy

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

I’m a big girl now. Like the biggest, really! I can do so many things all by myself, like go potty without anyone to wipe me, but I guess Daddy forgets that because he stormed into the bathroom the other day while I was going number one. It was right before I planned to get into the shower, so I was sitting on the potty all nakie and ya know, doing what I had to do.

Daddy doesn’t allow locked doors in his house, but when doors are shut, everyone always knocks first. Daddy didn’t knock. He burst right in and my little knees snapped closed while my hand flew over my little boobies. “GET OUT!” I squealed and rocked back on the potty in fear. Something in the way Daddy was looking at me wasn’t right, and it scared me.

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