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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

One of my favorite things in the world is to surprise a guy by grabbing his cock from behind. When you’re still soft, and you can feel my breath on your neck. My hand, flat, over your pants, stroking up and down. It’s such a thrill, especially when I know you’re going somewhere public soon.

I get to feel every second of your soft penis slowly filling, expanding. Oh god, the slow-growing is so damn sexy. I get to feel, in real-time, the tangible effects of my ministrations—the effects of my work. You continue to swell, like the ever-rising tide, and I am as powerful as the moon. It’s my favorite feeling when you become engorged slowly under my hand. I know that means what is filling your cock has left your brain, and I’m about to take control.

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Little Red Gets a Ride

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Winter had dusted the dense forest before the sun rose. Hazy white misy lingered in the air above the thick pine trees, blotting out the sun as if time had frozen. Little Red was meant to walk the path through the woods to check on her aging Grandmother, and even though her Mother warned against going out in this weather, she chose to go along anyhow.

“A walk in the woods will do me some good.” She told her worried Mother as she buttoned her cape around her neck. “I’ll skip along and bring Gran these treats. Then be home before nightfall.”

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Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

It may be the middle of the winter, but there is just something so fun and undeniably carnal about a date to an ice cream shop. First, it’s a low-commitment kind of date. I know I can leave whenever I want, and I’m going to feel safe in a very public space. Second, it’s just a little gluttonous, but in a delightful way. Delicious fatty treats of my perfect favorite flavor. But it’s really about seeing what your tongue is capable of.

I will absolutely insist you get a cone. Secretly, it’s because I’m sitting across from you, judging you as you eat your ice cream. I’m wondering how that frozen muscle would feel against my searing hot clit. I need to know how that jaw is going to feel as it slides against my pussy as your nose brushes my button, and the tip of your tongue finds its way to the top of my sweet delight.

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Anna's sissy slut bob

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Today was a special day. You weren’t going to just whore yourself out like you usually do for Mommy. No, no. All of my friends noticed all of new clothes, jewelry and things I bought with the money my little sissy slut whored herself out for. They kept asking me where and how I acquired it. But instead of telling them, I decided I was going to show you off to them, you were going to make Mommy Anna proud today.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

One winter, when I was younger. The mall was hiring. So, I worked as one of Santa’s Elves with some of my closest girlfriends. It was fun, we would dress in these elf costumes with super short skirts, low-cut tops, red stockings and a red garter belt. We didn’t wear those silly elf shoes, we wore six-inch black Prada heels. All of us looked pretty slutty, to be honest.

The dads would get so bored waiting in line. If we gave them a little extra attention, maybe grazed their cock with our ass when we walked by. Or bent over and showed them our red lingerie-covered ass in front of them, they would get so excited. Their mouths would water in front of their wife and kids.

At the time, we had this boss who was an older guy. His name might’ve been Greg, I can’t remember. Sometimes he would even play Santa when we were short-staffed. He was a lot older than all of us, he had completely white hair and white facial hair. He drove a Porsche. Had a Rolex, and wore the sexiest Valentino suits. 

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Christmas Cookies

Transgender Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

Being in the kitchen during the holiday season is one of my favorite things. Feeding people with love brings me such joy. While my mom was the kind of person to chase everyone out of the kitchen as she cooked, I find something so incredibly sexy about sharing the kitchen with another person.

Laughing as we move around each other, it’s like a dance enhanced with warming aromas of whatever is cooking. All of the sensory things happening, from tastes to textures under my fingertips, it just gets me so hot. That’s why I’m not surprised that when Joshua asked to help me make the cookies this year, a whole batch ended up decorated in my special icing.

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Oh no! I stepped into the living room of the Holiday party and smelled something VERY stinky! “Pyoo!” I whispered under my breath as my hand waved in front of my nose. “What in the world is that smell?” Against my better judgment, I started to sniff out the source of the horrible smell. Sniff, sniff. Sniff, sniff.

I had to find and get rid of that stink before the whole party smelled it and was ruined. As I approached the window, thinking I could open it for fresh air, the pungent smell burned at my nose. I pushed back the curtain, and wouldn’t you know it? The stinky source was squatted right there behind the curtain. “MR. STINKY PAMPERS! What are you doing?”

“Making you a present, Mama.” His red face wrinkled as he pushed.

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

You might think I’m a brat, but I grew up with the two most obnoxious and annoying twin cousins. Their names are Bobby and Brandon. 

Only about a year older than me, they got on my nerves all the time growing up. Always pushing me around and putting me down; I always had to do everything they said. 

As I grew up and started maturing, as in my boobies got bigger and perkier and my ass got fatter, Bobby and Brandon would comment how nicely I was coming along. Turning into a woman. 

One Christmas, a few years ago, I was purposefully in my room, ignoring my cousins and the rest of their family as well as my own. I was so horny I needed to touch my pussy and feel that sweet, wet release. At the time, I was also kind of seeing this guy named Tommy. I wanted to make a sexy video of myself masturbating for him. 

In my room, wearing sexy red lingerie and a cute red Santa hat; I was standing in front of my mirror with my camera set up, shaking my ass, touching my pussy, and moaning. 

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

The other night we were playing, and we got rough with each other to say the very least. You always have this standoffish way about you, almost as if you think I can’t handle the magnitude of what you want to give to me. If you knew that I could take it and then some, would you go full on ravishing me with every fiber of your being? Because that’s what I secretly crave, but never say or ask.  It has me up at night, some nights just pondering the thought. If I was more bold, I’d just come out and ask, because those are my dirty desires.

Some women love being sweet with their men. That’s great and everything, but it isn’t exactly me, all the time. Sure I can be sweet too, and I am at times. Don’t get me wrong. What pulls at me more than not though, is that deep desire to feel as twisted as I possibly can. That inebriation to fulfill that desire is what fuels my soul daily. I think it was written in my DNA code; what do you think?  I thrive on feeling unhinged.

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Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303

I had been picking up stuff and getting stoned with this guy for a while. He was hot, but he wasn’t my type, I could see the way he looked at me though…I always came to his house looking slutty. Ready to tease him. 

This particular night, it was cold outside, freezing actually. I was so horny and my pussy felt so wet and warm. I wanted a hard cock to fill me up so bad. 

Usually, when I would come over, we would smoke for a little bit, put on a movie and we’d chat, laugh, and get fucked up.

Although, I never let him fuck me. 

On this night, I knew I wanted to get fucked. All I wanted all my holes filled up with cum one after the other.  

We were getting stoned. Johnny decided to open a bottle of Don Julio tequila. 

Well…as soon as he pulled it out I started thinking about the right moment for me to tell him to pull his cock out. 

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