Category: Extreme

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

Most legends say that a unicorn’s horn is magical and can grant unfathomable wishes and heal the sick. It has untold powers, and its beauty alone could cure most ailments. However, ancient scrolls suggest that the Unicorn was so sought after and rarely appreciated for its gifts. Feeling overwhelmed and taken for granted, they all fled. Tucking away into the furthest corners of the earth. Keeping hidden from humans who sought to use and abuse its powers.

I’ve always been so intrigued by the creature’s purity and uncharted gifts. I gathered all of the intel I could on myths and legends, and one bit of information made me hesitate. It claimed the Unicorn’s purity was more than just a myth but indeed a lie. That the creatures used their white beauty as a mask to cover the vileness inside of them. That they weren’t givers of health and granters of wishes but monsters who caused fear and destruction, so the Gods exiled them. They didn’t seek sanctuary but instead were hunted out of existence for their horrendous crimes.

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Sweet Lovin Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

There’s a trail I run, every morning before I’ve eaten breakfast, through the park near my house. It’s always quiet, and the same faces greet me every day. An older Asian lady, who does her stretches as the sun rises, and a teenage boy who walks his small pet while scrolling on his phone. The birds chirp their morning songs as we all go about our business. Day in, day out.

One morning, an older man appeared. He sits on the bench where the trail bends near the wood line, reading a newspaper and sipping on a fast food cup of coffee. Each time I pass him, my hand lifts in a kind wave, and he always nods his head with a smile. I can’t even recall when he started showing up, but now he is there every day, just like the rest of us.

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ALYSSA 1-844-332-2639 ext. 202

Superior in every way, that’s right – Asian pussy is always superior and excellent. Well, what are you even waiting for?  This is something you have fantasized about but never actually experienced. Can you even envision how big your  “average” cock might look sliding in and out of this tiny, Asian pussy? Continue reading “Superior In Every Way” →

Mistress? yes pet.

Sitting at the noisy bar with several of her girlfriends, Laylene’s eyes wandered from the conservation to a table of attractive guys. She could not take her eyes off one as she bit her lip and smiled to herself, mmm he will be perfect. Tom was a well-to-do executive who hung with his college friends at their favorite bar, but he tended to be a bit of an outsider to them. Laylene picked up on this, his demeanor was a bit more gentle. He had a certain sway to the way he moved his ass, almost swishing about. A gentle almost limp-wristed way he picked up his drinks, and his mozzarella sticks with almost dainty bites. As Tom glanced around the bar he noticed Laylene and her eyes were making such contact with his from the bar. Almost trance like as he wandered over to where she was sitting.

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Girl Fight

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Girl Fight

Girl fight  xoX TorrenceXox (844-332-2639) ext 415

Tonight was supposed to be a night of fun but it ended in a messy girl fight. All I wanted was to catch up with my sorority sister’s and reminisce about our early slutty days in college. We were chatting about how we used to suck our professors off to pass the semesters. The bar was in full swing as a group of loud whores walked in, and demanded we move our seats so they could all sit together. If they had asked nicely, then maybe we would’ve moved, but since they were so pushy, it was a absolute fucking no. The lead whore of the group decided to approach me. She wore itty bitty jean shorts that were shoved up her ass, and a baby white T- shirt that was so tight, if she sneezed, it’ll tear right down the middle. She bumped me with her breast trying to start a fight and that was enough for me to lose my cool and I poured my drink down the front of her shirt. It was on from there!

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Extreme Phone Sex as only Shannon can give.

Hello horny readers. I have a special surprise for you today. Remember Shannon? Of course, you do, she’s my favorite story and, from the calls I got the last time, your favorite too. Click here to refresh your memory, and then come back fast because I have some more amazing details for you.

When you have the life of Shannon all the therapy in the world isn’t going to make you feel unashamed again, I mean nature intended you to be prey so. Just like you can’t unring a bell you can’t unfuck a little girl’s asshole or mouth or pussy. And those memories, oh those memories run deep and keep naughty therapist Laylene busy busy busy!

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Once you acquire a particular appetite, it’s impossible to ignore. A friend invited me over for a rare delicacy, and only after I’d agreed not to tell a soul what we would consume did she tell me what was on the menu. It was laughable at first; how could one eat shrunken men? That isn’t possible or real. Shrinking people is just a fantasy? A lore or myth…

Or so I thought. I’d been invited to participate in a little VORE. So we huddled together at her kitchen counter as she opened an intricate puzzle box. I peered over the lid, and there they were. Six tiny naked men! They looked terrified as the lid lifted and shone the bright kitchen light on them. Tiny hands flew up to cover their eyes, and I saw how hard their little cocks were.

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Have you ever been to a sex party? 

Have you ever been to a sex party?  xoX TorrenceXox (844-332-2639) ext 415

Have you ever been to a sex party? I have. Me and my man was invited to one for the very first time. It was very… interesting. First when we walked in, we had to go through security. The extremely tall and fit security guard searched me, if you ask me he searched my breast and crotch for an usually long time. You know I didn’t mind, my man didn’t mind either. Walking up stairs to the bar after checking in, we were greeted by a completely nude bartender. She had “tip the cum slut” written on her tits and stomach. Let’s just say she got more than tipped that night.

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Pay For My Pot of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love when payday falls on St. Patricks Day. It’s just so fitting. See, legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures that like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold that is hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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His little fuck doll

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

For most men, I’m a Mistress. A Domme meant to be served and worshiped, but for him, I’m a little fuck doll. I’d be anything, do anything, and go anywhere that he asked of me. I’d break the rules for him, and the notion terrifies me. Yet, my body aches to serve and bend to his will. It’s a maddening feeling, a high I keep chasing.

What makes this man a God among men? There’s this Je ne said pas that surrounds him. It soaks my panties and makes my knees fold. Could it be the fact that he’s married and not supposed to be mine? Or his cocky grin that tells me he’d take whatever he wanted from me and wouldn’t wait nor ask for permission?  Maybe it’s because he’s the only man on the planet who doesn’t waiver at my touch or shiver when I bark. Is it that he’s actually a real man?

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