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Heavy

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Look at how heavy and needy your balls are today. They look terribly full of that cum I know you want to feed me. However, I don’t think I’m going to allow you to cum today. I’ve decided I want to toy with you for a while and see just how much those big balls can handle before they bust a nut.

How would it make your balls feel if I said the only teasing I wanted to give them was with my mouth? My lip gloss-coated lips want to kiss your sack. Sucking and pressing them between my lips while I make loud kissing sounds. Basically, I’m going to make out with your balls while your heavy dick lays over my face.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He calls the shots and I love it. It starts with a look. Not the kind of look that asks. The kind that commands. The kind that tells you what you’re going to do—and you already know you’re going to do it. He was older. Powerful. Hands always in his pockets, voice low, calm… but his eyes? They owned me before he ever touched me.

“I see the way you look at me,” he said one day, closing the door behind us. “You want to be told what to do, don’t you?” I didn’t answer. I just dropped my eyes and nodded. “Strip. Knees. Now.” And I obeyed. God, I obeyed.

I knelt on the floor—bare, trembling, wet. He circled me like a predator with all the time in the world. He touched me only when he wanted to, how he wanted to. One hand in my hair, the other between my thighs. Every whimper was permission for him to take more.

“You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” he warned. “Understand?” “Yes, Sir.”
That’s when the game really began. He bent me over his desk, tied my wrists behind my Continue reading “He Calls the Shots—And I Love It” →

snuck

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mommy Anna and her girlfriend heard some noises coming from the nursery so they decided to investigate. Victoria Kate and Megan were trying to escape the nursery once more! Mommy gasped as she caught them. Victoria Kate insisted that she wasn’t doing anything wrong, that Megan put her up to it. But Mommy didn’t buy any of it.

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My Son's Bully

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Sean isn’t the kind of boy who stands up for himself. He’s a bit of a nerd and very shy. Obviously, I was upset when he came home with a black eye. “What the fuck happened to your face?” I asked as I cradled his soft cheek and turned his head side to side. Of course, he told me it was nothing, just a boy at school.

A boy at school, my ass. This was unacceptable! It took a while before Sean finally gave me the boy’s name, but when he did, I was relieved that I knew his Father. I’d just call him up and get this all settled. No one was going to bully my boy.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Room 619 – The night I let go. I wasn’t supposed to be there. Not in that hotel. Not in that hallway. And definitely not in that bed with him. But the second the elevator doors opened and I saw his silhouette leaning against the wall near Room 619, I felt my pulse throb between my thighs. He didn’t say a word when I walked up—just opened the door, let me in, and locked it behind us.

We were both supposed to behave. He’s off-limits—older, taken, dangerous. But I’ve never been a good girl. I’ve always had a taste for what I shouldn’t touch. And tonight, I needed to be ruined. The second the door clicked shut, he was on me. Hands greedy. Mouth desperate. I moaned into his kiss like I’d been holding it in for weeks—because I had. My dress hit the floor before I could even gasp. His hands were rough, his grip unforgiving, and it made me ache.

He threw me on the bed like I was his favorite secret. His mouth traveled down my body, kissing, biting, worshipping. When he slid his fingers inside me, I arched so hard I nearly broke. “So wet for Continue reading “Room 619 – The Night I Let Go” →

Stinky Mr. Pampers Wrecks Our Brunch

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

There are many ways to enjoy a weekend, but one of my favorites is inviting the girls over for brunch. Mercedes and Diana are such great company; boy, can they gossip! We huddle around the little patio table, sharing tea and cock stories while stuffing ourselves full of little biscuits and cookies. Normally, that’s how our bottomless mimosa brunches go, but today, I was stuck babysitting Mr. Stinky Pampers.

If you’ve been around here for a bit, then you’ve probably figured out how this stinky winker got his nickname. HE is one of the smelliest babies around! Oh, sorry, I mean smelliest BIG BOYS, around. The girls and I were talking about the latest stud Mercedes had bent over her bed while Mr. Stinky Pampers was playing with his little toy trucks. Or so we thought he was playing… Until the smell hit us!

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participant

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Liam is a willing participant in our little game of power and control. His bedroom was dimly lit, the air thick with anticipation and a hint of nervous sweat. Liam was strapped to a plush velvet chair, his eyes wide and pleading. Miss Anna, a vision in a tight black dress and sky-high heels, circled him as if she had found her prey. I leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk playing on my lips.

“Now, Liam,” Anna purred, her voice dripping with mock concern. “We had a deal, didn’t we? Hands behind your head. Or else…” Liam whimpered, his gaze darting between Anna and me. “But… but it’s been so long,” he stammered, his voice laced with desperation. “Please, just a little…” “A little what, Liam?” I interjected, pushing myself off the doorframe and strolling closer. “A little touch? Perhaps a little relief? You know the rules. Obedience is rewarded, disobedience is punished.”

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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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