Wiener Party!

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You ever go to a Memorial Day BBQ and it turns into a real WIENER PARTY? The smell of burgers and hotdogs wafting through the air. I was a little tipsy from rose and my sundress was clinging to my curves. “I’m going to grab another bottle for us,” I called out to my friends as I headed into the garage, desperate for a moment of shade.

The garage was cool and dim, the treadmill and weights lined up against the walls. I made my way to the fridge in the corner, bending down to rifle through for another cold one. Suddenly, I heard the door click shut behind me. I turned around and nearly dropped the bottle when I saw who it was.

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Hot Holiday Weekend

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I know this weekend is a long one for Americans, but I had a hot holiday weekend of my own recently. Canadians celebrate some holidays that Americans don’t have. For example, last weekend was the Victoria Day weekend for us. Or what most of us call the May 2-4 weekend. We celebrate by going to the cottage and letting loose. I usually spend it naked, but I can’t speak for every Canadian haha. It’s our unofficial start of the summer and last weekend was a HOT one for me!
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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

I don’t know if it’s so chilly where you are this weekend.  But it’s a very chilly and cold Memorial Day Weekend here.  It’s supposed to be the weekend where everyone opens up their pools for summer.  But there isn’t going to be any swimming at the pool this weekend.  Good thing I have lots of great pool memories about previous adventures at the pool.  Like last year I decided to spend some time at the community pool.  I fell asleep soaking up the sun and missed the call that the pool was closing.  The head lifeguard had been checking me out all summer and told the other lifeguards to let me sleep while they cleared everyone else out.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Liam isn’t my husband, but he’s someone’s husband. That should make him off-limits. The band around his ring finger is supposed to be a warning sign for girls like me. It should yell, “This one is claimed. Back off!” But it screams just the opposite. That ring actually tells me that a man is a provider. A thoughtful, mostly committed man who was tolerated enough to go through with the wedding.

I can see why she said yes. He’s charming and handsome in the most annoying way. Sure, his cock is my favorite part, but we don’t have to tell her that. Not yet. I’m supposed to stay away from his house, but the temptation is too much. I’ve bought a pair of cherry edible panties, and there’s only one husband I want to lick them off me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Aynsley was just a cute college girl, but she had a dirty little secret – she was absolutely addicted to anal sex. At only 20 years old, her tight little pink asshole had already seen more cock than most women experience in a lifetime.

It all started freshman year. Aynsley had been partying, giggling and gossiping until the room started to spin.

“Looks like somebody hit it too hard, huh?” drawled a familiar voice. It was Tyler, the star quarterback and notorious manwhore. He’d been eyeing Aynsley all week.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Davenport was different. He wasn’t aggressive or demanding, just quietly eccentric, with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt a knot of nervous anticipation in my stomach. “First things first,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble. “The pantyhose.”

I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t object. Black pantyhose were hardly the strangest request I’d received. I slipped them on in the small, cluttered bathroom, the nylon cool against my skin. When I emerged, he was sitting in a plush armchair, a stopwatch in his hand. “And now, my dear, something sticky. From your pantry, anything will do.” My pantry was a chaotic testament to my haphazard cooking habits. I rummaged through jars and cans, finally grabbing a bottle of honey. It felt cliché, but undeniably, honey reeked of stickiness.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I was minding my own business at my new job and guess who came in. My professor and his wife. Long story short, they gave me a big tip to go back to their place when I got off work. With much trepidation, I decided to just do it. I didn’t want them to cause any issues to jeopardize my new job. Plus, I needed the money.

When I arrived, my professor answered the door which was out of the ordinary. Then he sent me back to their room. When I walked in, there she was. She was wearing black leather short shorts, bustier, and thigh high boots. And she of course had her whip. My heart dropped because I didn’t know what was going to happen. They were both acting different than usual. She told me to strip down or she’d rip my clothes off. So I did as I was told. Then she said “Tonight it’s my turn with Little Rachel.” I hadn’t seen that coming. And to be honest, I was scared of what she had in mind. She walked over to the drawer and grabbed some handcuffs and a strap on dildo.

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve seen a lot in this line of work, regularly catering to all kinds of desires, but Reed was a new experience. He wasn’t looking for the usual. He had this fantasy, he explained, a very specific tableau he wanted to create for years before we met. And honestly, I’m a sucker for helping people explore their passions! He seemed genuine, a little nervous, and the money was good, so I was in.

The hotel room was generic, beige on beige, but clean enough. I got Reed settled in a chair in his underpants, with a slightly bewildered look on his face. “Just relax,” I told him, smoothing down my tight little halter dress so my tits didn’t pop out. “I promise, Reed. Everything’s going to happen exactly as you imagined.”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Let me tell you about the time I had to save Amber (unknowingly) from a Manticore.

Amber called me and asked me if I could come over to her house to help her with an emergency situation.  Of course, being a good friend and all, I immediately headed over there.  She met me at the door and grabbed my arm yanking me into her house and slamming the door.  “Hurry, follow me to the basement.” Amber said frantically.  I followed her down the stairs and looked around.  I didn’t see anything serious immediately.  But I knew she wouldn’t call for nothing.  Amber led me over to one of the walls which strangly had manacles dangling from the wall.

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