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I can deny it, I was born to be a slutty size queen. I’m not ashamed of what I need in bed when it comes to big cocks. And women who say size doesn’t matter are straight up lying, trust me on this my small, dicked boys.

I’ve not been the same since the first time I had a big cock. Also, since we’re being honest, we all know that my first big cock was black. White dicks just don’t do it for me anymore. I don’t even love the big white ones. The passion and power that comes along with a black cock just can’t be matched. It’s something I can’t describe but if you’ve had a black cock, you know exactly what I mean.
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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I never knew he loved to sniff my panties until that day. He wasn’t expecting me home early. I caught him with one pair wrapped around his dripping cock and another pair in his face. He was so wrapped up in them that he never even knew I was there and saw him. But things were never the same after that. I had been renting a room from them for several months. Now it all made sense. My panties had been disappearing. I had no idea he was taking them. But watching him suck on them and cum all over them was a total turn on. She was my friend and had no idea that her husband was jerking off with my panties. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to give him more and more of what he wanted. So I started cumming really hard in them and leaving them where he could easily find them. Then I would spy on him. It was so arousing to watch him get so excited. He was obsessed. Each time was more intense than the last. And not only for him. The more intense his orgasm was, the more intense mine was.

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Rent’s Due!

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I squirmed beneath Mitchell’s looming figure, the absurdity of the situation only heightening the searing heat pooling between my thighs. My rent was overdue, and now he stood over me, his rugged features twisted into a snarl of displeasure. A spark of apprehension and raw, primal excitement raced through me as I realized he intended to collect the debt in the most carnal of ways.

“Get on your knees,” Mitchell growled, his roughened tone sending shivers down my spine.

As I complied, his calloused hand grasped the nape of my neck, pulling me into him. The thick bulge of his arousal pressed insistently against my cheek, an unspoken demand. I parted my lips, and he ruthlessly shoved himself past them, the head of his cock nudging the back of my throat.

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Jorge was an older gentleman, well into his twilight years, with a certain gravelly charm that always preceded the unexpected. Our conversations, though infrequent, consistently veered into territory most people would never even acknowledge, let alone openly discuss. When he stated that he has a “relationship” with his mother, it wasn’t simply a matter of familial affection or even the typical complexities that often tie adults to their aging parents.

No, the truth, as Jorge once laid out in a matter-of-fact tone, was that their bond had long transcended conventional boundaries. Jorge, as it turns out, liked to fuck his mother. It was a consensual arrangement, he emphasized, a shared intimacy that, while undeniably taboo for all the obvious societal and biological reasons, formed an undeniable, secret world known only to a precious few, myself included.

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I had always wanted laser hair removal. But it’s very expensive so I didn’t know if I would ever be able to get it. Then one slow afternoon at work, I met him. I didn’t know that he owned a laser hair removal company. We were just talking about a lot of different stuff. Then he told me that he appreciated me spending time with him. And that he wanted to treat me to a lifetime membership of complete full body hair removal. I couldn’t believe it. It was a dream come true. Or so I thought.

I opted out of the numbing cream because I didn’t think I would need it. But I was wrong. My eyes were covered with protective glasses so I couldn’t see anything. The further up my legs she got, the more it hurt. I asked her to stop. And I told her that I needed numbing cream but she just kept going faster. I felt her fingers spread my pussy lips open. She was pushing on my clit with one as she lasered up and down my lips. With each pop of the laser, my clit got harder. It hurt so good.

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I have a type. Specifically, I have two types. There’s Type A: The distinguished gentleman, preferably with a full head of silver hair, a penchant for single malt scotch, and a portfolio that could rival a small nation’s GDP. These men are wonderful conversationalists, masters of the five-star reservation, and possess a certain gravitas that only comes with decades of accrued wisdom (and even more accrued wealth). They also, almost without exception, have the libido of a particularly sluggish snail.

Then there’s Type B: The strapping twenty-something, all rippling abs, boundless energy, and an unshakeable belief that life is one long montage from a sports drink commercial. These men are less interested in discussing the nuances of global economics and more interested in, well, nuances. And by nuances, I mean anything that involves their cock.

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I identified him for what he truly was the moment I laid eyes upon him.  It existed in the sway of his hips, the delicate manner in which he held his hand out, and the soft, effeminate tone of his voice.  First, I let him know that I knew his secret even if he wasn’t aware of it himself.  Then I tucked his hand into the crook of my arm, patting it reassuringly.  I told him to put himself in my very capable hands.  His sissy training started right then and there.  When he didn’t put up even a little bit of resistance, I knew he was truly ready.

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“You won’t believe the night I had, Jamie,” Randy’s voice crackled, already a little hoarse, buzzing with the afterglow of his nocturnal adventures. He was a creature of the shadows, and his stories were stained with the same grime. I sat at my kitchen table, the half-eaten remains of a microwave meal cooling in front of me. Randy, on the other hand, was sitting in his car, still slick with the memory of anonymous mouths and urgent hands.

“Got a new spot,” he continued, excitedly. “Back of the old cinema, you know the one? Dark. Perfect. There was this big guy, hairy hands. Didn’t even say a word, just went for it.” He launched into the details, the hot breath, the rough stubble, the frantic rhythm against the plywood partition. He painted the scene with such visceral honesty, I could almost smell the stale sex and the cheap cleaner.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

They say the oldest profession adapts to anything. Mon Dieu, they were not wrong. Here I am, French as a baguette, running my little ’boutique sensuelle’ on Rue St. Dennis in beautiful Montreal (sweet bebe, you thought I was Parisienne French, didn’t you?). The clients? Well, that’s where it gets…interesting. You see, most of them aren’t human. They’re not even from planet earth.

Take tonight. My appointment, a Xylorian (pronounced “Sy-lor-ee-anne”) named Gleep, looked like a particularly disgruntled pile of amethyst-colored jello. Four eye-stalks, all twitching. He’s from a species that primarily communicates via bioluminescent mucus, which, let me tell you, makes for some truly messy pillow talk. And the smell! Like fermented algae and existential dread, even with the station’s advanced atmospheric scrubbers. But, c’est la vie, Gleep pays in rare crystals, which are currently trending on the galactic market. He also (naturally) leave quite the trail of slime after he cums.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to smother my lover with my big, luscious titties. Yes, you heard that right, and I know you’re already getting turned on just by reading this. I’m not ashamed of my desires, and I’m here to embrace them fully.

Today is the day he’s coming over. He’s been anticipating this moment, and so have I. We’ve been texting all day, exchanging naughty messages about what we’re going to do to each other.

As soon as he walks through the door, I pull him close and wrap my arms around him. I can feel his excitement as he presses his body against mine. We kiss passionately, our tongues intertwining, and I can’t help but grind my hips against him.

“Smother you with my titties?” I whisper seductively in his ear.

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