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Dirty Dancing

Posted 3 years ago by Writer

“Juicy” Jody 844-33CANDY ext 332

Dirty Dancing is most famous because of the movie. But that’s not what I’m talking about here. I’m talking about a fantasy that I have wanted to live out for a really long time – but have yet to find anybody so adventurous. The concept is simple. I want to go out with someone to a club, wearing a skirt with no panties, and bump & grind for real on the dance floor. I want to have sex ON the dancefloor, surrounded by people, without any of them even realizing it at all.

I’ve spent a long time thinking about this, and as long as we were to stay closer to the middle of the crowd, your dick could slide inside of me no problem as I drove my hips back into yours while I am “dancing.”

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I used to be a sweet girl. A kind girl who obeyed like a good girl, but then I began to realize that you boys are bad! You lie and cheat and aren’t worthy of obedience. So instead, I wanna smash your Easter basket! I’ve been seeing ads for those new boxers that have ball pouches. Ya know, a safe little space for your family jewels.

I’m thinking it’d be a real fun time if you wore only those boxers and laid down on the floor. Spread those legs wide apart, and then I’ll start! I’ll take off my shoes because I want to really feel the impact with my sweet little barefoot.

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Spring Has Sprung And Tom Is Hung – You can’t help but stare at my big cock can you? You imagine what it would be like to be well hung with a huge fuck stick like mine. Does the Spring Season have you craving some big alpha cock? Finally, you have a chance for some real dick for that sissy ass of yours.

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The music was so loud she couldn’t hear her own thoughts. The bass paced her heartbeat, and the energy of the melody moved her body. Not a single thing mattered out here on the dance floor. Not the family at home or the stress waiting for her at work. Her neck rolled back, and her eyes closed; she loved dancing. Sweat beaded across her skin as she turned and swayed, and her breath was strained as if the DJ knew she needed a break from the fast pace he’d set; the music slowed to something more sensual.

She could feel it in her limbs and in the air around her. The crowd moved with her, everyone sharing the same vibe. Then, a strange pair of hands slid over her hips and pulled her back against a firm body she didn’t know.

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Black pussy perfection is what you need and this is what I always deliver. Chances are you’ve never experienced this caliber of pussy in real life. This is that pussy that is so wet that you just never want to pull your dick out. Think of macaroni in a pot but even better. Oh, yes and it just pulls you right in. Yes, with me your pull out game with me will always be weak. This is the kind of elite pussy that you will obsess over.

Are you following me? Is your dick responding?  We both know damn well it is. Black girls have the best pussy – Once you go black you will never go back and that is the honest truth. my oh so sweet, brown sugar is extremely addictive. Once I put this pussy on you it will be game over.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh, hey, hi, dirty boy. I’ve discovered your browser history, and I know what you want. It’s nasty, but that’s okay. I don’t mind being a dirty girl for you. I’ve been chugging bottles of water, and now I need to go. Do you wanna watch me piddle? I can’t even count how many ounces I’ve downed preparing this playtime for you.

I have to go now, I mean, I REALLY have to go! It feels like I’m about to burst! There are goosebumps all over my limbs, and my knees are clenched together as I bounce around, trying to hold it. Does my potty dance turn you on? There’s a tent in your pants, dirty boy. You do wanna watch, don’t you?

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Standing with the morning sun against my side casts a sinful silhouette. The light plays with the angles of my body, and I become irresistible. You’re such a lucky man to get the opportunity to gaze upon me like this. I’m standing at my dresser, inspecting my face before applying my makeup. Oblivious to the fact that the first rays of today’s sunshine are making my profile into a work of art.

My shadow stretches across the hardwood floor. Highlighting the rigid length of my hard cock and the swell of my perky implants. My trim, cinched in belly makes the curve of my round ass seem even larger. For me, it’s just another morning; for you, it’s a living art show.

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Sweet Lovin Kayal 844-332-2639 ext 357

My body is burning hot. The flames of LUST are licking over every inch of my skin. The rooms dry; not an ounce of oxygen is left for me to breathe. The fire envelops it all. I’m aching and desperate. This need claws at my skin, consuming me like nothing I’ve ever known.

Every KINKY idea in my head turns me on and sets me ablaze. I can’t help but to try to put out the fire even though it’s hopeless. There’s no way to smother the DESIREthat’ss lurking. It’s longing to be set free. Can’t\ you see it in my eyes? Can’t you hear it in my voice? I’m BURNING UP FOR YOU.

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Working for Mr. Smith used to be really boring. The same old nine to five, typing all day, getting him coffee and lunch, listening to his dull conversations on the phone day after day. It was enough to almost make me feel bad for him. Almost.

One day, I heard him talking to a business acquaintance about how boring and awful their wives were. I’ve seen Mrs. Smith before; she’s put together nice enough, not quite like me, but who is? Poor Mr. Smith hasn’t gotten a chance to stretch Mrs. Smith’s cunt in years. Instead, he’s been forced to hold onto the distant memories of what her throat felt like and the texture of her wet tongue lapping at his aching, married cock.It wasn’t long into their marriage that Mrs. Smith stopped giving up the goods and just started taking them. Mr. Smith is a sucker; he keeps her in a fancy car and beautiful clothes, all in the hopes she’ll spread those legs once more.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A girl like me doesn’t get stood up, so I was baffled as I waited at the bar for my date. I should have known better than to tempt fate with an impending disaster by agreeing to a first date on Valentine’s day. Some things just shouldn’t be done. The dimly lit bistro had gone all out for the holiday. Beautiful red roses accented every table, and candlelight flickered between the sets of lovers who were sharing a quiet, intimate meal. 

I rechecked my phone; no text, no call, not even a status update from my would-be gentleman caller. “I’m sure he’s stuck in traffic.” The handsome bartender remarked while refilling my champagne glass, obviously reading the confusion on my face. “That has to be the only reason a man would be dumb enough to keep you waiting.”

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