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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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Julie, I need a woman.” Whispered his weary, mature voice. He went on to tell me that he has been married for many years. His wife has zero interest in sex. He’s tried everything to make her happy. But she’s not. It’s been years since they’ve been intimate. But he has not cheated on her. And he has no desire to physically have sex with anyone else. He’s fine with experimenting by himself.

But he misses the sensual voice of a sexy woman whispering in his ear. Having someone to chat with and send sexy emojis back and forth and flirt with to get him aroused is what he dreams of. His wife doesn’t even want to communicate with him. She’s heard all of his stories a million times and she just doesn’t care anymore. He would love to have someone that cares about his stories, what he’s been through, and how his day is going. Someone that looks forward to talking to him. A woman that gets excited when she hears his voice on the other line. One that can’t wait to learn more about him. His favorite foods, movies, music, colors, hobbies, interests, and more.

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Daddy’s Toy

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

There are different types of men, and it makes sense that they would have different hobbies. Some men come home from a long day and plop down on the couch to watch sports. Others spend their time playing video games. Daddy likes to play with his toy.

He came home from a long day of work looking beat down. By the sun and by the hard labor of his blue-collar job. “Come here, girl.” He huffed as he sat down to kick off his boots. I watched the way his shoulders sagged into the couch, and how his eyes devoured me. I was wearing black lace panties and a loose tank top. No bra, just to tease him with the way the tips of my erect nipples drew up the thin fabric. His big hand patted his thigh, and I took a seat in his lap.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I need cock and I need it now. Thick, veiny, pulsing. I need to feel the sweet film of a fresh load of cum on the roof of my mouth, as it slides down my throat and into my starving belly. Whenever I close my eyes, I can taste it. The sweetness, the saltiness, the hot cream against my tongue. My jaw aches with the involuntary clenching of a woman who hasn’t sucked a cock in weeks, despite being a slut who sucks cock all day long. I just can’t get enough!

If I open my mouth to speak, I’m terrified that the longing will spill out as a a desperate, raspy confession. I visualize them constantly, thinking about the weight of a big one as I pull it out of a sexy man’s pants and start licking it, teasing it, before I shove it all the way into my mouth and down my throat. I think about the slow, deliberate glide of salty pre-cum hitting my taste buds and the way it makes my vision blur, just for a millisecond, as I bounce my entire face up and down the shaft.

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maid

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Mistress Anna was throwing a lunch party and told her slave to dress up as a French maid. ‘’Please, Mistress Anna, this is so humiliating!’’ said the slave. But Mistress Anna wouldn’t have it. She ordered him to put it on and he obeyed: a French maid’s dress, fishnet stocking and high heels. Just then, there was a knock at the door.

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