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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

 Long ago, I was never the type to indulge in one-night stands but, when I met Lestat at that dimly lit bar, everything changed. He had a magnetic pull that was hard to resist, and I found myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. We talked for hours, sharing our stories and dreams, as the night grew darker. The air was thick with desire, and I could feel the heat between us growing with every passing moment. It was only a matter of time before we decided to take our adventure to the next level.

Lestat’s apartment was a short walk away, and as we stumbled through the door, our clothes seemed to melt away with every step. Our bodies were pressed together, our lips locked in a passionate embrace. The intensity of our connection was electrifying, and I knew that this night was going to be unforgettable. As we lay on his bed, entwined in each other’s arms, I felt a sudden urge to take control. I wanted to give Lestat the most pleasure he’d ever experienced, and I knew exactly how to do it.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ll never forget the day Donald walked into my office, his shoulders hunched, eyes downcast. He was a man in his late thirties, successful by societal standards but clearly struggling with something. I knew exactly how to help him, and it had nothing to do with traditional therapy.

It all started when a man I trusted took advantage of me. I vowed revenge on the entire male species, and my journey led me to this point. I spent years studying and spent thousands upon thousands upon thousands of dollars to became a therapist. My specialty, although no one ever knew, was taking full control over grown men, to make them as vulnerable as I once felt.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Daddy told me that my skirts were too short.  I thought about my skirts compared to other girls’ skirts.  I tried to explain to him that it’s the fashion.  If I don’t wear the same skirts as the other girls, they’ll make fun of me.  Daddy told me he didn’t care and that I dressed like a little slut.  I gasps in shock at his words and tried to defend myself.  But Daddy told me that it was too late, his mind was made up.  Since I insisted on dressing like a naughty cock tease, he planned to show me what happened to girls like that.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My heart was pounding with anticipation. The hotel room was dimly lit, with candles and red rose petals scattered across the floor. Ten men stood there, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, my mind racing with excitement. We planned this months ago and the wait was almost too long to bear. The thought of ten cocks all to myself made my pussy quiver like never before.

As I entered the room, the men’s eyes were locked on me. I felt like a goddess, and I knew that tonight, I was going to have the time of my life. I slowly undressed, revealing my curves and my smooth, soft skin. The men couldn’t take their eyes off me. I started rubbing my clit, feeling the heat building up inside me.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Dr. Julie, what should I do? I feel like I’ve been so dumb. I’ve wasted so many years. I truly loved her. I gave up my fetishes for her because she thought they were wrong. But I wanted her to be happy, so I happily settled for vanilla sex. Then after having kids, she didn’t want sex at all. She wanted to stay home with them, so I happily agreed to be the sole provider for our family. I worked sixty to eighty hour weeks in order to make it work. I had many women come onto me over the years. But even though our marriage was sexless, I never cheated on her. I’m not saying I wasn’t tempted. It felt so good to get attention and to feel wanted. But I could not imagine doing anything that would hurt her.

After everything I’ve done for her, she repays me by having an affair, then leaving me for him. I’m just so lost and don’t know what to do. A part of me wants to go have sex with a random woman just to get revenge. But I could never do that. That’s just not like me.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had never seen Billy look so disheveled before. His clothes were caked in mud, and his hair was a tangled mess. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him. “You look like you’ve been rolling around in a pigpen,” I teased, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bathroom.

“I think I need more than just a shower, Mama Cory,” he replied, his voice full of mischief. Now, you know I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of it! I turned on the water, letting it heat up as I undressed him, taking my time to explore every inch of his body. As I pulled down his pants, I noticed his little uncut cock was already hard, standing at attention. I couldn’t help but feel a wave of desire wash over me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!

Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I have to tell you something,” I say, nervously. He looks at me, his blue eyes wide with surprise. “What is it, Amber? I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what I’ve been wanting to say for years. “I’ve always had a crush on you. And I know we’re cousins, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Jason’s face turns bright red, and for a moment, I think he’s going to protest. But then, something shifts in his expression. He looks at me with a hunger that takes my breath away. “Fuck, Amber,” he says, his voice thick with desire. Before you know it, he’s on top of me, his lips pressed roughly against mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam my tight little body, roughly groping my breasts and ass before lefiting my skirt and plunging two fingers into my asshole.

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All You Can Eat Mommy and Me Sausage Buffet

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I was working the Brunch shift at the popular wings spot when this banging couple strolled in. The blonde bombshell on the dudes arm made my dick twitch in my tiny orange shorts with just a smile. “Wow, you two look great together. Is this your wife?” I asked the man. Honestly, I was a little jealous that he was getting to stick his dick in her warm, buttery biscuit if she was.

The woman laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulder as if she was flattered. She looked me up and down with a heat that set my balls on fire and replied. “Oh, no. He’s my stepson.” Her hand rubbed the cap of his shoulder, and he quivered under her touch.

There was definitely some sexual tension there, and I wanted to split it open with my sausage. “Let me lead the two of you back to the very special, all you can eat,” My hand rubbed down the front of my shorts, adjusting my very obvious erection, “Buffet in the back?”

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

The ordination of the consequences of my choices were proximate to my being bratty with Sir.  Sometimes I just get caught up in the moment and my mouth gets me into more trouble than I had originally planned.  Though sometimes, that’s still a positive outcome for me.  This, however, was not to be one of those times.

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