Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303

First of all, you don’t need to buy me any of this, I’ll be the first to admit I am addicted to shopping. Honestly, I’ll use any justification I can to treat myself.

This blog is dedicated to my thoughts on Lovense because I am constantly asked. Currently, I do not own a Lovense, but hopefully, I will by the time this blog is published. 

First of all, Dan Liu created Lovense in 2010, I would fuck him. He’s worth 19 million and he seems smart as fuck. Honestly, such a clever concept that I can’t believe did not exist until 2010. 

To start, I would purchase a Nora. The reason for this is that the first vibrator I ever owned was also a rabbit style. Plus, I think it would be fun to have my partner control the interior and exterior of my pussy. 

Second, I would purchase the Hush 2. It would be nice to have both a toy for my pussy and ass. Not to mention, I love a good booty plug. 

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Adult Baby Phone Sex

XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419 – XXOO Anna 1-844-332-2639 ext 203

Adult Baby Phone Sex

It was a normal day, and Tami needed her breakfast. Here! Said Laylene, ‘’you take her, or she’s going to suck me dry. I need a short break.’’ Mama Anna took Tami to the rocking chair to breastfeed her breakfast. Tami latched on quickly and twirled her hair as she suckled and admired the Christmas Tree. So prettys with all of its lights, tinsel, bulbs, and toys. Laylene had even stuck a giant Dildo on the top to replace the star. A dildo she would later use on Tami. It was a naughty, downright dirty Christmas tree in this house of filth and sin… Tami went down for a nap, and Anna joined Laylay in the kitchen as they sipped Peet’s holiday roast together which Tami had prepared earlier for them.

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A World Of Her Own

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

Thunder clattered above the tavern, making the building vibrate with its anger. Glasses and beer mugs chattered together as if in fear of what was coming. I should have taken the electric tension in the air as a warning from the fates. However, I was in a world of my own, too busy being the only wench serving brutes and monsters.

The door to the tavern blew open, loudly smashing into the wall. I turned in surprise, but what shook me more was the tall, cloaked figure in the doorway. Wind and rain whipped across the unmoving shadow’s face, and fear froze me in place. Lightening ripped across the sky, highlighting the new guest’s covered face. The hood of the cloak covered the newcomer’s eyes and most of their nose but their full lips sat in a grim smile.

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

Hello horny readers. Your favorite therapist is back, with a rather interesting subject for my slutty, sexy, therapist couch.
Now, you know the usual subject. There was Maggie and Shannon and Hannah and Pia in the past. And while they are all super sexy in their own vulnerable and helpless way – an uncle here, a stepdaddy there, an evil auntie here, a neighbor there, a mean cousin (hi Hannah, we’ll never forget your sexy tears!!) – they all have a certain something in common. Namely, they all loved seducing much older men into their wet, warm, inviting, tiny holes, and then they loved pretending it was something they didn’t want.
Now, helping them understand it was something they did want, and being a filthy, disgusting whore is their highest and best use is always fun and fulfilling. I help these girls figure out their lives, and I give something to you guys to jerk off to forever because the internet, like damaged girls’ psyches, is, well, forever. So, Hannah’s molested cunt, Shannon’s special date nights, Maggie’s tears and fears, all forever and ever and ever.

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

Thankful for my new MotorBunny
Hello horny readers. Did everyone have a nice Thanksgiving? Turkey, stuffing, potatoes, cranberry sauce, and all the rest. Apple pie, ice cream, and drinks galore. Maybe you got to avoid the obnoxious uncle or, better yet, maybe you were the obnoxious uncle.
But thankful as you may be, there’s no way any of you are as thankful as me this Thanksgiving season.
See, I have a new MotorBunny to be thankful for in my house. And not just any MotorBunny. No no no. A very special MotorBunny indeed. Let me tell you about my special MotorBunny and maybe you can come up with a few ideas for how I can make it cum to life.

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Does Anyone Just Make Love, Anymore?

Ronnie 844-332-2639 Ext 443

Does anyone just make love anymore? I’ll be honest: when I started working here, I thought I’d be learning how a man handles a woman. Maybe old movies like “The Notebook” and “Pretty Woman” had me thinking that a man would love to undress me and slowly discover every inch of my body.

All my fantasies start with kissing and caressing. Gently! I long to know what it feels like when a man covers my neck in kisses, and I can feel him breathing in my ear, but it seems all y’all wanna do is wear my panties or have me laugh at your little dick.

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Do you have plans tonight? Break them. This horny slut wants to play. And by play, I don’t mean any of that sweet-loving stuff. I want to end the night a sweaty, cum filled, exhausted whore. So let me tell you how this is going to go. I will invite you over for dinner and drinks and maybe a movie. I will fix dinner – something simple but nice and I will dress sweetly, just for the shock value. We will eat and drink and flirt a little and then we get ready for a movie. I take the remote and press play. It starts with a hottie wearing thigh-highs and little else. And like literally nothing else. You pause and look at me puzzled.

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Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

A sweet, southern, Sassy mouth can tear you apart without making her words sound cruel. I could bless your heart while stroking your cheek, and you may think I mean something like I’m praying for you. Or lovingly look down at your face and ask, “Aren’t you precious?” Wouldn’t your heart just skip a beat thinking how much I cared for ya? When in all reality, I’ve just called you dumber than a box of rocks to your face, and you thanked me for it.

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Flavors Of Fall

Robotic Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

Imagine being new to this world and having never experienced fall. The sweltering heat has suddenly subdued, and now this sweet, crisp, but moody air has taken its place. The clouds are grey and heavy with rain, but after they’ve passed, the once thriving green all around you is ending. Before it dries up or drifts off the tree, though, it decides to explode in a ray of colors that’ll take your breath away.

My owner decided to take me to the apple orchard for the day, and while I didn’t know what to imagine, I couldn’t have fathomed all the flavors of fall he’d help me experience.

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Older Brother's Friends

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Without sports, my older brother and his friends are going stir-crazy. Most years, he plays football, and my mom is like the team mom. She has all the boys over all the time, and I never complain cus the older they get, the fucking better looking they get.

This year has been so weird! They have no practice, no games, no nothing. My mom, bless her, invited last year’s team over for a bit of football in our yard. I sat on the porch and watched those growing, sweaty boys tackle each other repeatedly.

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