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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The waitress was cute so you gave her a hefty tip. There’s a moment when the air shifts—when the waitress bends just a little too close, when her hand brushes yours on the table, when her smile looks more like a dare than politeness. When she clearly wants more!

That’s when you know this isn’t just dinner.

She’s serving you drinks, yes, but she’s also serving you possibilities. She sees the way you watch her. She notices how your eyes follow her hips when she walks away. And she likes it. She wants you to know that dessert isn’t on the menu—but she’s more than willing to offer it anyway.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I never knew he loved to sniff my panties until that day. He wasn’t expecting me home early. I caught him with one pair wrapped around his dripping cock and another pair in his face. He was so wrapped up in them that he never even knew I was there and saw him. But things were never the same after that. I had been renting a room from them for several months. Now it all made sense. My panties had been disappearing. I had no idea he was taking them. But watching him suck on them and cum all over them was a total turn on. She was my friend and had no idea that her husband was jerking off with my panties. But I couldn’t help myself. I wanted to give him more and more of what he wanted. So I started cumming really hard in them and leaving them where he could easily find them. Then I would spy on him. It was so arousing to watch him get so excited. He was obsessed. Each time was more intense than the last. And not only for him. The more intense his orgasm was, the more intense mine was.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My new husband was away on business, so it was just his son Johnny and I in the house for the next 2 weeks. I was looking for something to do, something that would help us feel closer, when it dawned on me. I should teach him how to sexually please a woman! So, I went to my bedroom and put on the sexiest pair of red lace panties and a matching bra, and then added a sheer red robe and black stripper heels. I put my hair up in a messy bun, as I didn’t want to tangle it. This could get wild.

Johnny gulped as I made my way down the stairs. He had been playing video games and was not expecting me to appear in such an outfit. I sat in front of him, on the coffee table, blocking his view of the television. Johnny sat up, looking me up and down as I crossed my legs. “You like what you see, Johnny?” I asked, looking him in the eye. He nodded eagerly as I slipped off my robe, revealing my lacy red bra. I could see the outline of his hard dick

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

He wanted to be one of us. At first, I thought he wanted one of us. He kept staring at us and our little outfits. I thought he was lusting over us. But he was really lusting over our outfits. He finally asked me how to apply for a job. After I explained the process, he asked me if he could try on my outfit. I giggled because I didn’t think that he was really serious. But then I realized that he was. So I had a plan. I told him that he could come over to my house to try it on.

When he got there, I not only had my work uniform, but I also had lots of lingerie ready for him to try on. He looked like a kid in a candy store when he saw everything. First, he tried on the work uniform. He wanted me to take some pics of him. I agreed, but I never knew that he was going to want so many. He told me that he had a large social media following. So I helped him get dressed up in lingerie like the little sissy that I knew he was.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work again. And it had been a week since my awkward encounter with one of my dad’s best friends. I was so scared that he would tell my dad that I work at a breastaurant. He had been a member of our church for my entire life. But then I wondered why on earth he would  be at a place like this. That’s when I saw a much younger woman join him. And it was not his wife. Then before he left, he came and found me. Then he pulled me into the hall and told me that he wouldn’t tell if I wouldn’t tell. Then he grabbed onto my ass and tried to penetrate my asshole with his fingertips. I just froze and stood speechless.

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Lingerie Masturbation

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When he bought me lingerie, I thought it was because he wanted to worship my perfect body while I was wearing it. Like a good little servant, I thought he purchased the beautiful nightie as an offering to his Goddess. Oh, how wrong I was. He’d bought us matching baby dolls, and his intent wasn’t to worship me but the lingerie itself.

The matching baby dolls were made of the softest pink silk I’d ever seen. We dressed in them and took turns complimenting each other. His was tighter around his wide waist, and it wasn’t nearly long enough to cover his throbbing bulge in the matching silk panties.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Messy Beginnings, Monday to Wednesday is exactly how this week started—because I’ve never been good at playing it safe. Monday came in hot. I woke up still sore from the weekend, and yet somehow craving more. My phone buzzed with a message: “You still taste like Sunday. That was all it took.

By lunchtime, I was under my desk, skirt bunched up, voice low on a video call, pretending to talk spreadsheets while my fingers played a different set of numbers. I sent him a photo after—no face, just legs, lips, and the evidence of my distraction. He replied with a voice note that made me clench around nothing.

Tuesday was no better. We played “Would You Rather” in the group chat, but the way he answered every question felt like a dare. Would I rather do it in public or on camera? Would I rather be tied up… or do the tying? By Wednesday, I had to admit it: this week was already off the rails. I wore no panties to the grocery store just because he told me not to. I wanted to be bad. And game night hadn’t even started yet.

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My Lingerie Collection

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It’s no secret that my lingerie collection is vast. So, who out there wants to see it? How many of you guys will finally admit to having a lingerie Fetish so I can take you on a tour of my closet?

Now, if you admit to loving lingerie too, then I need to ask. Do you love silky pieces or are you more of a lace man? Are you the kind of guy who gets hard just seeing women dressed up in lingerie? Or do you want to wear it yourself which is why you’re so intrigued by my lingerie collection?

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

This is a giantess fantasy: I wanted him beneath my heels! To worship me! He was trembling before I even stepped into the room. I towered above him—six-inch stilettos on, black latex hugging every curve. To me, he looked no taller than a doll, kneeling on the hardwood floor with wide eyes and a bulge straining in his pathetic little cage. You’re so small,” I whispered, circling him like a predator. “So easy to break.”

I leaned down, just enough for him to catch a glimpse of my breasts swelling against the latex. His lips parted like he wanted to worship them—but I wasn’t here to be soft. “I could crush you,” I said, lifting one heel and placing the sharp tip between his legs. He whimpered. I laughed. “Hahahaha! You’re pathetic!” I loved watching him squirm. I was a goddess to him, untouchable, unstoppable, and he was nothing but a plaything.

I picked him up like a toy—his light little body pressed to my chest—and carried him to the bed. He gasped as I spread my legs, lowering him between my thighs like I was offering him heaven. “Prove yourself,” I growled, grabbing the back Continue reading “Beneath My Heels” →