Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

 

Do you have a go-to snack in the kitchen? Something a little sweet, that can be grabbed out of a jar, and eaten quickly as you do other things. Mine is marshmallows or chocolate chips. Both are easy to eat on the go, and satisfy, albeit temporarily, a sweet tooth. Imagine my surprise when a friend came over who had never indulged in a sweet snack from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” My friend asked as I popped a handful of marshmallows in my mouth.

“Having a snack?” I responded, glancing over at my friend across the island countertop. “Would you like some?” I stretched my hand out, offering a handful of nearly gooey marshmallows to him.

“I’ve never had these. What are they?” He gingerly picks one up and gives it an experimental squeeze.

“You’ve never had marshmallows before?” I was dumbfounded.

“No. Growing up we ate mostly rice and vegetables. Occasionally we’d get to have meat. What is a marshmallow?” He responded, continuing to squish the malleable treat in his fingers.

“It’s kind of sweet? Sort of chewy and gooey. It’s very sticky when it melts.” I tried to describe it. I had no clue what…

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On Top Of The Mesa

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The truck rumbled to a stop at the top of the Mesa, and he reached over to touch my cheek. I was looking out the windshield, in awe of the landscape under the setting sun. “It’ll be cold once the sun goes down.” His fingers trailed down my throat and tugged the collar of the jacket I wore. “Zip this up.” I nodded, and my fingers deftly tugged the zipper from my hips to my throat without ever looking away from the view before me.

I heard him chuckle and finally pulled my gaze away from the burning sky to focus on his face. “Ready, baby girl?” He slipped out of the truck when I nodded, but left the driver’s side door wide open. I watched him move around to the passenger side, then he pulled my door open. I turned my body to melt into his chest and slink down his front until my feet hit the dust-covered rock surface of the Mesa. His long fingers curled around my wrist and pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Be careful of the edge.” The look in his eyes was serious before he released me to explore.

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a ritual

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

I’d met him in an underground club where the bass rattled your teeth and the air tasted of ozone and cedar. He was a creature of sharp angles, layers of charcoal linen, and eyes that held the flat, impenetrable darkness of an abyss. When he touched me, it felt like an invitation to a ritual I wasn’t sure I’d enjoy.

Tonight, the room was lit only by a cluster of wax candles that wept long, distorted trails of onto the floorboards. I stood in the center of the room, feeling my heart beat frantically drum against my ribs. Silas moved behind me. His hands felt cold against my skin, sending a jolt of ice-cold electricity down my spine.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

I promised to help a friend with his studies and agreed to meet him at a nearby cafe. I got out of my car and checked my phone to see if he had already snagged a booth. A message popped up; clicking it open, I read.

‘I’m in a booth straight back, to the right.’ I smiled at his perfect timing and made my way through the parking lot, following his directions to the booth once I was inside. Walking up to the table, my pace slowed. His bag, laptop and several books were spread across the whole table; leaving me nowhere to sit. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting this.” I smiled walking closer, “Where am I supposed to sit?

He looked up and smiled back. “Oh yeah. Sorry. Why don’t you sit here?” He brought his hands out from under the table to gesture to his side of the table. I quirked an eyebrow at him and put my purse on the chair opposite him before turning to sit next to him. I felt one of his hands slide up my skirt and pull my panties to the side, and the other on my hip guiding me to sit in 

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The house was finally silent after I had spent almost two hours wrangling my ABDL babies into their cribs and onesies. I stood in the doorway of the nursery, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of paci’s clicking against their teeth and the gentle crinkle of diapers under cozy pajamas. My Mama responsibilities had been satisfied for the night, but as I smoothed the blankets over my slumbering boys, a different, more adult kind of restlessness began to creep into my veins.

I retreated to my bedroom and caught my reflection in the vanity mirror, noting the faint traces of baby powder on my sleeve and the slight exhaustion crinkling the corners of my eyes. A wicked, mischievous smile spread across my face as I peeled off my clothes. The “Mommy” persona was effectively off-duty and in its place, the woman who craved a bit of high-octane, grown-up attention was screaming for a release that had absolutely nothing to do with lullabies.

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Hot For Teacher

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I have a problem. I’m hot for my son’s teacher. I’ve broken more than one vibe thinking about him. When I first met him at the Open House in the beginning of the school year I knew I was in trouble. The way he commanded attention at the front of the room. The way he walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus. All I could think of was seeing if I could get him alone. Listening to his voice as he explained his expectations of his students; all I could do was imagine what he’d sound like while he worked me over.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One Part Two

A growl vibrated from his chest, and my pussy clenched around my fingers. I pumped them in hard, scraping my finger tips against my G-spot as he’d taught me. The wet, sloppy sounds of my fucking myself and my moans filled his bedroom. As my orgasm drew closer, my thighs trembled, getting weaker and weaker, bringing me lower and closer to his mouth. Like the viper he is, Larry stilled. He was waiting to strike, waiting till I was weak and slipped so his mouth could latch on to my cunt and drag me through my orgasm. Only, I pulled my fingers free before I fell over the edge. Panting, I sat on his chest and pushed my fingers into his mouth.

Daddy sucked at my fingers greedily like a starving man waiting to be fed. His eyes were darker than normal. Blotted almost black with the lust he was fighting. I was already in trouble; there was no reason to stop his turn now.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was past midnight and I was supposed to be in bed, but the thought of a hotel rendezvous had me all worked up. I went downstairs to the hot tub and waited patiently with a drink, hoping to find the perfect man (and, hopefully, the perfect cock) for my needs. It wasn’t long before he showed up.

He was all strong angles and restless energy. He didn’t ask if he could join me. Instead, he just sank into the bubbling heat on the opposite side, as the water surged around his chest. “You look like you’re waiting for something to happen,” he said. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that made my pussy throb.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Tyler’s legs were shackled, and his wrists were cuffed behind his back. I stood behind him, with my arm wrapped around his neck, pulling his larger frame into my chest. My other hand reached around him and was pumping his thick cock. “You’re such a fucking loser,” I grunted in his ear when his hips bucked a second later. “Look how quickly your big dick spurts.” His knees weakened as I kept stroking his spewing cock. “Just because it’s big doesn’t mean it’s not useless!” I spat at him as he fell to the floor on his ass.

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Anal Gauntlet

Anal Gauntlet

TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

So you wanna ride this dick? Don’t lie, and I know you’re so obsessed with my shemeat. You act like you’re straight and even pretend you aren’t bisexual, but you lust this cock so hard. Nearly more than you want your own dick to get wet. However, if you’re gonna take a spin on this cock, I need to make sure you can handle a good dicking.

To earn my cock in your tight little boi pussy, you’ll need to run the anal gauntlet. ‘What’s that?’ Your curious mind wants to know. I’ll tell you. The anal gauntlet is a set of four dildos. All suction cupped to the floor, four feet apart. The further you go down the gauntlet, the thicker and longer the dildos get.

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