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I Need to be Licked

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Where are the guys who love to eat pussy? I need to be licked! I’m not talking about the guys who do it as a means to an end or so that they’ll get patted on the head and be called a good boy, but the true LOVERS of oral. I need a man who wants to spread me open and lick every inch of my folds. Someone who will explore between my legs and find the spots that make me quiver. Then suck those spots until I’m dizzy!

I’m in desperate need of someone to like me slow and teasingly for hours, someone who’ll make out with my pussy until I cum and then become a feral beast who doesn’t stop and forces me to cum again and again. Where are the men who wanna drown in the pleasure he provides?

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restless

Posted 2 months ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I can’t help but feel restless as I sit in my cozy apartment, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of my freshly diapered ABDL as he sleeps soundly in his crib. I love taking care of him and all, but sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in her life! That’s when I let my mind wander, imagining a big, strong, hunky man coming over to satisfy my every desire. I close my eyes and picture him in my mind, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he towers over me. I can almost feel his hard, throbbing cock in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its girth and length.

“God, I need you to fuck me hard with that big fat dick of yours,” I whisper to myself, my pussy growing wet with desire. I can’t help but let out a soft moan as I imagine him thrusting into me, filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. My hands slip into my panties, feeling how slick and wet I am as I begin to touch myself, imagining it’s HIS fingers, probing and exploring my folds as he prepares to enter me.

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diaper

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watched as you wiggled your way into the diaper I’d laid out for you. Your eyes sparkled with mischief, a grin spreading across your face as you looked up at me. “You know I’m just going to end up wetting this thing, right?” you said, your voice dripping with playful defiance. I crossed my arms, a stern look on my face. “Well, then I suppose you’ll be needing a spanking, won’t you?” I replied, my tone firm yet teasing. Your eyes widened, a flicker of excitement passing through them before you nodded, biting your lower lip.

I led you to the changing table, guiding you onto your stomach. I ran my hand over your diapered bottom, feeling the soft material beneath my fingers. “You’ve been such a bad boy,” I murmured, my voice low and husky. I pulled the diaper down, exposing your bare ass. I brought my hand down, spanking you, a sharp crack echoing through the room. You squirmed beneath me, a soft moan escaping your lips. I continued to spank you, each smack sending a jolt of pleasure through my body. I could feel my pussy growing wetter with each passing moment, my breath

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Milking The Cum From My Pussy

Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443

The warm, sweaty weight of Jacob’s body on top of me felt delicious. His lips teased my neck, and he asked, “Are you on birth control?” Funny, isn’t that something he should have asked before pumping his cum against my cervix. My head shook as my fingers traced his strong shoulders. He pulled back quickly as if shocked by my answer. The man had just assumed we were protected. His scared eyes looked down at me. “What do you mean? Really? You aren’t on anything?”

“No,” I answered meekly, shrinking away from his apparent anger. “I didn’t expect this to happen.” He cussed so loud that my whole body flinched. One minute we were basking in the afterglow of lovemaking, and the next, he was milking his cum out of my pussy.

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Do you have those days, too? When you leave the house looking fly as fuck, and the world seems sunny and divine. Everyone just seems enamored with you, and everything easily comes your way. Those days are the best. But then there are the opposite days!

These are the days when your hair just looks greasy, and your clothes refuse to fit like they did when you tried them on in the store. The type of days where you drop everything you pick up, and everyone seems to hate you. Those are the worst, and on those days, I just want to let my hair down and say fuck you universe.

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Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

Okay, people ask me, “What’re you up to?’, every day. Most of the time, I say, “Not much”.

So, let me dedicate a blog post to what a typical day for me looks like. 

Assuming it’s a work day, this is how it usually goes. Most days, I schedule myself 10 am – 6 pm (EST). Whether or not I work additional hours is entirely up to me. Usually, I have alarms set for 9:30 am and 9:45 am. However, I am up before that. Generally, I wake up between 6 am and 8 am without an alarm. Waking up without an alarm is so much less jarring and I feel more restful. 

After I roll out of my king-size sleigh bed that I sleep in alone every night. I head to the washroom, brush my teeth, weigh myself, and get in the shower. Depending on how I think my day will go, I always shave and exfoliate my entire body. Although, I sometimes also use my anal cleaner. Honestly, once you start using an anal douche, it becomes addictive. 

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Mila 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 220

Have you ever had the pleasure of watching a woman masturbate? If not, you have to get on it! I don’t care if you grab a hooker off the street, we ladies love having someone watch. And I bet you would love watching it. Every guy loves watching, it seems. It reminds me of those old movies where the peeping toms peak in through windows. Normally the lady will just be brushing her hair but in Candy-Girl Land? We have our panties on the floor with a dildo up our ass and fingers shoved up our cunts. Who wouldn’t love to watch a show like that?

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

“Lucky me!” Molly groans. I drew the short stick and now I must wait around the office for the jingling of cleaning crew’s keys to show up so I can give them their Holiday bonus.  Molly plops in her office chair and throws her legs up on the desk.  “I hope they don’t take forever getting here. I am tired and horny and ready to go home.”  Well, more horny than tired Molly thinks to herself. The quiet of the office settles in around Molly.  Only the low hum of the computers competes with the ticking clock as noise.  Molly glances at the clock again, only five minutes have passed since she last looked at it.  Frustrated about having to wait, Molly closes her eyes and tries to meditate. As Molly frustration over having to wait lessens, another feeling starts building in her.  “I am so horny! I haven’t been fucked in weeks and my pussy is demanding that I fix that.” Molly tries to slide her pencil skirt up towards her waist but realizes that her plump ass is not allowing that to happen. Popping out of the chair and lowering the zipper to her skirt.

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Dirty Girl

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

In the first part of this blog, I told you that I love being the dirty girl who lusts after office cock. I especially love teasing the guy who sits across from me and watching him squirm as he gets hard. He’s always watching me, but he doesn’t think I know about it. How could I not know? I can literally see him out of the corner of my eye basically jerking off at his desk every time I bend over or have a tight top on. He really has no game when it comes to being subtle lol.

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In The Stairwell

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.

The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.

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