*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
Most people assume that ABDLS love bottles, but not mine. My ABDLS prefer cocks over bottles any day of the week. What about you? I think it’s time for you to be honest with me, do you prefer bottles or big boy cocks?
I know that all of you ABDL phone sex babies love sucking on your pacifiers, bottles and my nipples, but I think it’s time that you graduated to something a little kinkier.
Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463
It was clearly fall, but I wanted to show off my bikini body and swim one last time and have a threesome, so my friends Jenny and Jim went to the indoor pool with me. I dipped my toes into the water, and it was so warm, so I did a lovely little swan dive into the deep end of the pool and swam to my friends who were just standing in the shallow end.
I stood up and walked up the stairs to go lay in my chair, and the water dripped down my body, dripped down every inch of me. Jim sounded like he was getting horny, and he called me back in the water with him and Jenny. I was a little horny too, hoping something might happen in the water, so I took the bait and walked back in.
I was against the end of the pool and Jenny started making out with my and groping my tits under water. She undid my bikini straps and let my top fall into the water. Jim and Jenny both started sucking on a tit each and licked and sucked my nipples. I was feeling so sensitive.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
I first laid eyes on him at that trendy art bar downtown. He was standing across the room, his sculpted features illuminated by the urban glow, and I felt an instant jolt to my core.
“Hi there, I’m Diana,” I purred, extending a hand adorned with a sapphire ring that flashed under the strobe lights. His warm, calloused palm enveloped mine, sending a thrill up my arm.
“I’m Ryder,” he replied, his voice low and gravelly, sending a shiver down my spine. We stood there, locked in a charged gaze, as the room around us melted away.
Without another word, we made our way to the coat check, fingers intertwining the whole time. In the dim, cramped space, he crowded me against the wall, hands roaming over my curves with a newfound hunger. “I want you,” he growled, claiming my lips in a fierce, demanding kiss.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Mama Janine has all kinds of boys and girls that I enjoy playing with. Sometimes you need to be a little boy and I’m always prepared to take care of those needs. However, Mama knows that sometimes my little boys have big boy needs. So, of course, I’m equally prepared to take care of those particular needs as well. But only good boys deserve and get big boy time. Have you been a good boy for Mama Janine?
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Mr. Sterling was from out of town, his accent a low, rumbling melody that hinted at old money and even older secrets. I’d been working on the Harrington merger for months, flying back and forth, enduring endless conference calls with Mr. Sterling and his team. And, today, we’d finally sealed the deal.
“Stella,” he’d said, his eyes crinkling at the corners, “a deal this significant deserves a proper celebration. I’d be honored if you’d join me for dinner.” I hesitated for a split second, the professional in me battling the flicker of intrigue. But the thrill of closing such a massive deal, coupled with his undeniable charisma, won out. “I’d love to, Mr. Sterling.”
Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463
As I was coming home from school, I heard some noise up in my room. I walked up the stairs slowly, so I didn’t scare the mystery away. My door was mostly closed, but still cracked open, so I peeked inside, and who did I find? My naughty little brother.
I burst through the door and asked, “what do you think you’re doing there, Johnny?” He was caught red-handed. He whipped around so fast, still holding two fistfuls of my most intimate panties. I saw bikinis and thongs, in all colors and fabrics. He looked at me with wide eyes and dropped both handfuls.
“I caught you red-handed, didn’t I?” I said, giggling. “You need some punishments now, don’t you?” Pushing him down on my bed, I was ready to do all kinds of things that would embarrass even the bravest of the little brothers. I started by taking off his shirt and his pants but left his socks and boxers on. He thought I was hot, I knew that, and he already had a sexy little bro boner.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I was just minding my own business, while trying to navigate the bustling aisles of the local superstore. Which, let’s be honest, is already a comedic goldmine on any given day. My basket was precariously stacked with various impulse buys when I noticed a dude a few feet ahead of me acting a little…uh…shifty.
He was wearing these beige cargo shorts. In hindsight, they didn’t exactly help camouflage the emerging situation. He kept adjusting his stance, almost like he was doing a subtle, internal dance battle with himself. I initially just thought he had a really itchy butt. Or was perhaps auditioning for a very niche interpretive dance troupe in the cereal aisle. But then I spotted a distinct, darkening patch at the front of his shorts.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I went to a crazy college party over the weekend. You’ll never believe what happened. First of all, I couldn’t believe that the party was across the street from the Becketts. The Becketts are my professor and his wife. I started wondering if they knew my friend’s parents. And I started getting worried that they may tell them that their son had a party while they were out of town. I even worried that they may have their phone number. But I didn’t want to say anything because I didn’t want any questions asked about how I know where the Becketts live. I haven’t told anyone about my naughty little relationship with them last year. No one knew I was doing things with him in order to pass his class. Then his wife found out and got involved. I thought that was all in the past. But sure enough, he ended up having to step in for the professor that was going to teach the class I’m taking this year. And they invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago. That’s when Mrs. Beckett pulled me aside, slid her hand up my thigh….
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Our potent little jar of moon-kissed herbs and dewdrop essence sat between us on the worn oak table. The “magic salve,” as we called it, was a concoction born of generations of hedgewitch wisdom, designed not just to heal the skin, but to awaken the spirit. Beside it, our broomsticks lay ready. Not the bristly kind for sweeping the hearth, mind you, but slender, polished hazel branches, each one unique, chosen and carefully prepared for this very purpose.
With a shared, knowing smile, Kayla and I began the ritual. Dipping the tips of our broomsticks into the shimmering, emerald green salve, we coated them generously. The scent was earthy patchouli, sweet jasmine, and something wilder, like fresh rain on ancient moss. Then, with a slow, deliberate grace, we inserted our broomsticks into our dripping wet pussies, pulling and pushing them in and out of our fuck holes as we moaned with pleasure, ensuring all of the salve
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Ever since I can remember I’ve been daddy’s sweet teen. We’ve always been super close and he always took the best care of me! My daddy was the first man I ever wrapped around my little finger, right before I wrapped myself around his dick. That’s what all sweet teen girls do right?
You want to hear about how I got what I wanted from my daddy? Who am I kidding, of course you do you big daddy perv lol. You know I love to talk about my sex life so obviously I’m more than happy to tell you about my daddy daughter fuck fest.
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