Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Amber, Kayla and I talked one day about what sort of cryptids and other creatures might be hidden at Area 51.  Kayla said she was sure there were skinwalkers there.  I shuddered at the thought.  If there’s one cryptid I never want to run into, it’s skinwalkers.  Amber piped up that she’d heard there were mermaids tucked away somewhere in the compound.  I know there are real aliens hidden away in there, hopefully some with tentacles.  Suddenly, I jumped up and exclaimed that the three of us needed to devise a plan and strom Area 51 together!  We could probably sneak right in and search the compound and find out all they’re hiding in there.

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Bridesmaid Gets All The Action

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

My sister Sara was getting married and was struggling with the idea of having just one cock for the rest of her life. She suggested the weekend before her big day, we should get a hotel out of town and try to fuck as much cock as possible before she was a married woman. I’m always supportive of my sister’s dreams and wishes, so I agreed.

We got all dolled up, looking sexy as fuck, and slipped down to the club in the hotel. There were so many choices of hot guys, but unfortunately, we kept looking at the same one. Since she is the bride, of course, I, as the bridesmaid, knew I’d have to let her have him if she wanted him.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was just another Friday afternoon when my phone started buzzing with an urgent message from Grandpa’s life alert system. My heart pounded as I ran to his house, fearful of what condition he would be in once I arrived. By the time I burst through the door, Kayla, the life alert dispatcher, was already on the phone. “Amber, can you see your grandfather?” she asked, her voice steady yet concerned.

There, on the floor, was my elderly grandpa, clutching his penis and writhing in discomfort. “Yep, I’ve got him in sight,” I replied, scanning the scene with a mix of horror and curiosity. Kayla instructed me to wet the tip of his penis with my saliva, explaining that it would make the process easier. I leaned in and gently moistened the affected area by spitting on it. Grandpa let out a pained groan but relaxed his grip slightly.

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His First Time In Pantyhose

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“I want to try something new. Or different, I guess.” He whispered to me as we sat in the cute little coffee shop downtown. “I’m so bored and frustrated. She doesn’t want to try anything new or fun.” Rain patted at the large glass panes in front of us, coming down in lazy sideways splats that ran down the glass, giving me an idea. I scooted closer to him and squeezed his knee. My hand roamed high up on his married thigh, and I smirked at him. His wedding band stopped tapping against his coffee mug as he looked back at me.

“I have an idea, but I don’t know if you’ll like it.” My gaze scanned the man before me. He was the definition of masculine. Sleek, strong muscles bulged all over his tall frame. A sexy silver sprinkled beard, that I constantly wanted rubbing between my thighs, topped off his “Boys boy,” appeal. There was absolutely nothing feminine about him, but I wanted him in pantyhose.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck, the way you moan into the phone when I talk dirty just makes me wanna cum so hard. I’m 20, a junior at some fancy middle upper class college, and I’m basically a slut for any cock that pleases me. But when it’s you, texting filthy messages and gooning harder than anyone else, I’m putty in your hands.

We’re in the middle of a bangin’ phone sex session, our voices husky with desire as we describe every filthy detail. You’re getting me so wet, I can barely type back fast enough. My panties are drenched, and I’m such a needy little thing, craving your touches.

“You love when I tell you how I’m going to fuck you, don’t you, lil’ slut? Coz I know you’re fingering yourself right now like a good girl,” you write, making me squeal with pleasure. Oh hell yeah, I am! Two fingers buried deep, making circles around that sensitive clit.

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Miss Anna got asked out, and gawked at almost everywhere she went. She couldn’t even pump gas, or walk to the corner store without getting hollered at. She was so seductive, so slutty and hot all at the same time.

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Vlad’s Castle

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

The old castle felt like a living thing, breathing secrets into the cold night air. I had come here, drawn by a feeling I couldn’t name. Not for beauty, but for something dark, ancient, and undeniably powerful. Candles flickered in the great hall, shadows dancing like hungry spirits. Then, he was there. Vlad. Not appearing, not entering, but simply there. Tall, a silhouette against the deeper gloom, his eyes ancient and knowing.

He moved towards me, silent. Almost as if he was floating above the ground. Every step he took tightened something deep inside me, a knot of fear and something far more interesting. My breath caught in my throat. He wore clothes dark as his soul, and a scent, like old earth and something wild, filled the air around him.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My high school boyfriend and I met at the beginning of our sophomore year. We were so in love and couldn’t get enough of each other. When we met, we were both virgins. We would kiss and make out behind the school building whenever we got a chance. But usually all we could do was play with each other under the desks. We would feel each other, on the outside of our clothes. It was so exciting to feel how hard he would get in his jeans. I rubbed him, and he loved it. It would make me so wet and horny. So I decided to start wearing things that would give him easier access. But it was really for my own pleasure. I started wearing short little skirts. That way he could actually put his hand under them and play with me through my panties. Then one day it happened. He made me cum. When I looked over at him, he looked amazed at the fact that I was cumming. His face turned bright red, and he started sweating profusely. I felt his cock get harder than a rock. Then he started cumming so hard. His jeans were drenched.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving.  You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you?  It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark.  The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch.  There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud.  Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame.  But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?  You know his dick is far superior to yours.  So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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