Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
SissySlutBob had a long night. He came home late. He told Miss Anna that he had been held back at work for a late night meeting. When morning came, Anna called him downstairs. ‘’Yes, what is it Mistress Anna?’’ he asked. ‘’Where did you say you were last night?’’ Miss Anna pried. ‘’I told you, we had a late night meeting at the office.’’
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
He said, “I’m into watersports, how about you?” I said, “I’ve dabbled a bit, but I’m kind of new”. He said, “oh yeah, tell me what you know, and what you’ve done so far”. I said “well it goes way back to when I was young. My big brother and his friends would love to watch me go. It all started out when we were outside. They would just whip their dicks out and go, any time, any place. Of course I would watch. I was young and curious. One of his friends yelled over to my brother and told him that I was watching them go. He said well she must like it then. Then he told them to give me what I want. He came over and asked me if I wanted to see up close. Then he pulled his dick out and started going. His friends did too. Then they told me to lift up my dress and pull down my panties. So I did. Then they told me to go. It went streaming down my legs. When I looked up, all of their dicks were so hard.
1-844-33-CANDY ext 260
Since my ex boyfriend ghosted me, I was a little confused why he stopped talking to me. He’s the one who wanted me to stick my finger in his ass. Why was he so embarrassed. Maybe I took it too far? So, one afternoon I decided to go to his house to get an explanation why he was so quiet. I also brought my 13 in dildo (just in case.)
Roxy 1 (844) 332-2639 Ext 414
He loved to sniff my panties. Several years ago I was renting a room from my friend and her husband. Occasionally I would notice that some of my panties would be missing. But I would always just think that I left them at work, at a hotel when I was traveling, or at someone’s house. I never would’ve imagined that it would be him taking them. But then one day I came home and caught him. He was sitting right there at the breakfast table. With one pair wrapped around his cock. The other pair was in his face. He was literally sucking on them. His eyes were closed. So he didn’t see me. He didn’t hear me either. So I hid. Because I wanted to watch him. I realized he must have been sucking on those panties for quite some time because the crotch was completely drenched. And his boner was dripping all over the other pair. Damn, he was so hard. I have to admit that I was getting wet just watching him.
1844-33-2639 ext 260
A couple weeks ago, my girlfriends and I took a girls trip to Miami. We had been planning this trip for months. I have never been and my friend Izzy said it was so much fun! Feeling my toes in the sand, the beautiful sunsets, and the gorgeous beach was a dream come true. We went to a local night cub our second to last night. It was a Jamaican spot, with great vibes, loud music, and the most delicious food I have ever had. We were surrounded by 6’4 Jamaican / Dominican men who were all build like a tank. Solid muscle, with perfect six pack abs. These men were beautiful. One guy caught my attention, I could tell he was checking my friends and I out. He walked over to our table, and asked if him and his friends could buy us a drink.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
My heart was pounding with anticipation. The hotel room was dimly lit, with candles and red rose petals scattered across the floor. Ten men stood there, waiting for me. I took a deep breath, my mind racing with excitement. We planned this months ago and the wait was almost too long to bear. The thought of ten cocks all to myself made my pussy quiver like never before.
As I entered the room, the men’s eyes were locked on me. I felt like a goddess, and I knew that tonight, I was going to have the time of my life. I slowly undressed, revealing my curves and my smooth, soft skin. The men couldn’t take their eyes off me. I started rubbing my clit, feeling the heat building up inside me.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Like a whisper of the wind, you can almost convince yourself it’s nothing. The way it prickles along your skin is like a warning sign of danger to come. Try as you might, you can’t shake off what lurks at night.
A sensual demon slipped through your subconscious as you slept. Feeding you lustful thoughts you are ashamed of. Images of the young. The supple. The forbidden. You hate how hard it makes your cock, but you tell yourself, “It’s just a dream.” Remember what they say? What’s done in the dark always comes to light.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy Anna had to stock up on some things. She didn’t have anyone to watch her naughty boy, so she told him that he had to come with her, but she made him promise he would behave or else she wouldn’t take him anywhere ever again. Her Naughty boy nodded yes and off they went.
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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!
Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?
Jamie ext 461
I smoothed down the frayed hem of my cutoff shorts, letting my fingers linger on the tattered band patch sewn onto them. Another city, another arena, another high that pulsed through me like the bass line thrumming through the floor. I wasn’t some starry-eyed fan at the barricade; I was part of the chaos, an honorary member of the circus.
My life was a blur of tour buses, grimy green rooms, and the fleeting intimacy of late-night hotel rooms. Some girls want the ring, the white picket fence. Me? I want the next gig, the next scream from the crowd, the next chance to lose myself in the primal rhythm of a live show.