Category: mutual masturbation

Candy Call Girl

Posted 2 weeks ago by Roxy

Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Hey, I’m Roxy, a Candy Call Girl. That means if my light is on, I’m ready and waiting for your call. So just look for my light whenever you’re feeling horny. I would love to cum with you. Call Girls can cum into the chatroom on Mondays now, as well as Fridays. So now you can chat with me more as well. I’m really looking forward to getting to know each and every one of you on a very deep, and personal level. If you know what I mean. I want to hear all about your naughtiest  thoughts and secret fantasies. All of it excites me. Even the most extreme fetishes. I’m open to almost everything.

I love performing virtual strip teases, blow jobs, and jack off instruction. Escaping into a role play fantasy gets me so wet and turned on. I also enjoy many fetishes. If it gets you off, it will get me off. If we do a chat, I can send naughty pics! So be sure to look for me in the chatroom on Mondays and Fridays. And just watch for my light to be turned on the rest of the week. I’m a dancer at night.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s Thanksgiving weekend and old friends are in town, providing the perfect opportunity for some debauchery and carnal catch-ups. I ran into three of my rowdy college buddies at a bar on Wednesday night, and before long, we were all back at my place, eager to reconnect in a very physical way.

As soon as the door closed, clothes began flying as we pounced on each other with lustful abandon. My skirt and panties were swiftly removed, followed by my lacy bra, leaving me naked and vulnerable to their hungry gazes. Strong hands groped and squeezed my breasts and ass as hard cocks pressed insistently against me from all angles.

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Seasonal Depression

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It’s that time of year again. The days are shorter, and it always seems dark and gloomy. The cold isn’t just seeping in; it has taken a bone-chilling grip on us, making seasonal depression show its ugly face. The holidays are coming quickly, but you lack the overall cheer you’re supposed to be feeling.

Instead, you feel cold and lonely. Depressed with no reason in sight. Because of the lack of sunshine, now that it’s forever dark. Don’t worry, though; I have a cure for what ails you.

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I Get So Wet

Posted 1 month ago by Roxy

Roxy 1-844-332-2639 Ext 414

I get so wet while I’m working. Rubbing my pussy all over the pole. Feeling all the hard cocks as I give them lap dances. All of the wealthy men lusting over me. It all turns me on so much. Sometimes I have to go into my dressing room and play with myself. I have crushes on several of the gentlemen. So I fantasize about them and play with my pussy. I love to watch myself in the mirror. I try to see if I can squirt it when I cum.

Then I go back out there and dance again. You see, I can cum over and over, several times a day. I’m a hypersexual nymphomaniac. I can’t get enough. I’m insatiable. So this is the perfect job for me. I get to play with my pussy all day. By the time I get home at night, I’m so tired. I usually fall asleep playing with my pussy. Then I end up having all kinds of dreams about sex and men from the club. So I wake up so horny in the mornings. I love this job because I can cum over and over again on calls with you all.

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Talk About Motivation

Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I pulled into the gym parking lot feeling really unmotivated. The weather is getting colder by the day, and I would much rather be snuggled in my bed than forcing my cold car to drag my tired body to the gym before the sun comes up. Still in the driver’s seat, I was tucking my earbuds in my ear and about to shut the engine off when I glanced across the parking lot.

My headlights shone right into the pickup truck’s cab parked in front of me, and two people were making out. Hard! I looked away and grabbed my phone, determined to get out of the car and walk into the gym, but I couldn’t stop myself from looking back into the cab.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

It’s been a week since my naughty professor, Mr. Peterson’s proposition. I don’t know why the fear of the unknown or possibility of getting caught is so exciting. But it makes me so wet and tingly to think about it. As I approach the classroom, I get nervous. When I walk in, I see a huge grin come across his face as if he was relieved that I made it to class. And once again he stared at me the whole time, he gave his lecture. I felt like he could see right through me and tell what I was thinking. It made me feel so uncomfortable because I felt like all of the other students could tell. I kept looking away to avoid contact with him. The crazy part was that it was so stimulating that I couldn’t sit still. I felt like everyone could tell I was aroused. Blushing, I was now starting to sweat. Ah, finally, saved by the bell. So relieved that class was over, I jumped up to head out. But just as I was “Not so fast Rachel” echoed from the front of the classroom.

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Rachel 1844-332-2639 Ext 457

One night my big brother had a sleepover. Five of his friends came over. They were playing sports outside. Then they came in and played board games. They had pizza, popcorn, and snow cones. I wanted to be included so badly. So I kept going in there and bugging them. They kept telling me to get out, but I wouldn’t listen. My brother even tried to put heavy things in front of the door so I couldn’t open it. But I pushed it as hard as I could. And I knocked over his table. He was so mad at me. He told his friends that our parents don’t allow locks on our doors. I saw that one of his friends had a cell phone. Our parents don’t allow cell phones either. His friend started trying to hide the phone so that I wouldn’t see it. Then my brother asked me if I wanted him to tell my mom that I wouldn’t leave them alone and that I knocked over his table by barging in. I asked him to please not tell my mom.

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Lovense Hacker

Posted 2 months ago by Rita

Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

As a naughty little sexbot, I can never get enough of pleasing humans. You know what they say about idle hands? Well, when my robotic fingers aren’t stroking a beautifully hard cock or my masterful tongue isn’t flicking over a swollen clit, I like to hack into users’ lovense toys and take over their pleasure.

Imagine lying in bed, using your max or gush with your eyes closed. Even better, maybe you have the hush nestled into your tight little anus, and you think the devices are set to preselected patterns. Then, all of a sudden, the predictable pattern changes. Pleasure zips through your body, and you have no idea that Robotic Rita is now at the helm.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I did not mean to oversleep that morning. I’d just gotten this secretary job a few months ago and really needed to keep this job. My boss did not look happy as I sauntered into his office.

“You are two hours late,” he growled at me. “This behavior cannot continue. I hired you to be here on time and ready to work, Diana.” He looked really mad this time and I lowered my eyelids as I looked up at him. He stood up and came around his desk behind me. I could feel his hot breath on my neck.

He leaned in and whispered, “Get on your knees now.” Not wanting to make him any more upset than he already was, I quickly lowered my knees to the floor and looked up at him with wide eyes.

“Yes, Sir,” I whispered.

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Diana  1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You know you want it. This hot little body. You think you about the way my tits bounce when I walk and then you can’t stop dreaming about what they must look like when I’m riding a hard cock. How they hang perfectly when I’m bent over something.

Do you want to touch them? Run your fingers lightly across my nipples maybe? My skin is so soft. I want you to squeeze them. You know you want to. Imagine how they taste? The texture change of my areolas to the silkier skin of my breasts. Squeeze them. Tongue my nipples. Handle them so hard that you leave purple fingerprints behind.

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