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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

I walked into the living room for the second time of the morning, yet to only find Tim still on the sofa. He was in a trance still playing video games only this time with a blanket draped over his lap and a faraway gaze, in his eyes, Tim!!! Tim!!  I shouted startling him. I asked you to get ready, we have errands to run. My phone rang as I walked out of the room to take the call. It was my college friend Anna, who was a psychologist. She was also an avid hater of men and was now in the early stages of helping me rid myself of this burden, and giving me total control over Tim and the much-needed happiness I so desired.

Are you going to still meet up with me as we planned at my conditioning center? Yes, I said I am working on getting him moving. Anna told her, to get him up and dressed and give him a little special encouragement to get him on his way. You will soon be taking care of all his needs and deep down all men are just big babies. Nodding and smiling wickedly I hung up and walked back into the room and there was Tim.

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Tessa 844-332-2639 ext. 445
If you don’t already have me figured out, I have certain requirements when we fuck. First off, I don’t want it unless it’s raw. And nothing gets me more motivated to beg for a stiff, hard cock in my face. You can put it in my mouth, in my ass, or in my pussy. I don’t really care. I just need it when I need it.
I remember when we first started fucking, and I wasn’t sure if you were adequate of not. I kept staring at your package, trying not to make it obvious how obsessed I was with the size. You can imagine the relief I felt when I found out you were packing a thick, stiff, long cock in those pants of yours. I think I even smiled when I first saw it, almost letting out a huge sigh of relief. If you only knew what I would have done had you not passed my test. I would have dropped you so fast, it’s true. This is the cocky part of me, the part that I don’t show to the world. They’d think I was being petty.

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Cornucopia Of Pleasure

Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

The cornucopia symbolizes fruitful abundance and nourishment. As a symbol of Thanksgiving and a way to share our bountiful pleasures with those we hold closest. I can’t think of a better replacement for the cornucopia this year on your dinner table than this tight, teen pussy.

I promise to be an abundant supply of good things and pleasures that await you when you spread me open and dig in.

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Bad Bitch Belle's Human Ashtray

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

I love smoking. Sure, it’s not good for you, and when pussies walk by, they gag from the smell, but you aren’t a pussy, are you? No, you are my little human ashtray. I’m so hot, and you are nothing but property, a butt receptacle. Crawl over here and open that disgusting mouth of yours.

When you waddle over between my long, slender legs, I laugh at how your pot belly sits on your thighs. I can’t even see your tiny little hardon even though you’re naked. Say, “Ahhh,” you dirty bitch.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

It took me some time to figure out that I had an interesting oral fixation, with a mouth that just won’t quit. There are those that cum into a habit such as cigarettes, while others can’t stop shoveling food in their mouth. Maybe when I was younger, food was mind-blowing in its own right. Now, I’ve cum into my own and have developed more of a palate for something equally if not more delectable.

This MILF bitch has an oral fixation that is largely satisfied by stuffing a nice stiff cock in my mouth. I’ve had time to process my condition. Accept me as is, or don’t. I really don’t care. Someone’s going to reap the benefits of my condition, and that’s all I really care about.  So, let’s get down to business.

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Tessa 1-844-332-2639 ext. 445

What do they always say about pussy control? Well I personally think that as much as my pussy is Grade A+, my tongue is absolutely mind-blowing! You won’t be able to get enough.
The things that my warm, wet, and might I add, skilled and experienced tongue does just makes me believe that it should have its own entrance fee slapped on.  I might as well call it my secret weapon, and it should have some kind of warning that reads, “Caution: Enter at your own risk because once you cum into for ride, there’s no turning back.” This dirty girl loves to kiss, and I’m not talking about your grandma’s peck. I’m talking I want to get a full on massage with your tongue. We’re going to get nasty together. We’re going to taste, you know like a wine tasting, but this is going to be so much more of a raw experience. You know, cause this naughty cunt likes it that way. If it isn’t raw, I don’t want it.

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I love being a Mean Teen Redheaded Brat. Everyone tells me I’m supposed to be all sugar and spice and everything nice, but where’s the fun in that? So don’t be surprised when I burst out laughing when you show me that pathetic dick of yours. I bet it’s small and useless. And I bet it’s never brought a lady like me any pleasure at all. I might smack it in disgust. Then I’ll let you tell me what you desire, just so I can use it to manipulate you.

Oh yeah, I am a manipulative bratty teen, so don’t expect too much consideration, never mind respect lol. I will coo and whisper sweet nothings into your ear to get what I want, but then I’ll laugh at you for being so damn gullible. I’m just a teen and you’re a grown man, an adult, but you are so weak and pathetic before me.

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The Green Eyed Wife

She stood there in the corner, jaw dropped to the ground, not knowing what the f*ck to say or do, while I looked up at you with my devious and tantalizing deep brown eyes instead of her dull green eyes. She was yelling obscenities to me, but it did nothing. I have no shame… at all. And she was held up… or should I say pre-occupied, but her eyes couldn’t peel themselves away from the sight. I was fixated and working so so hard on your thick, coke bottle c*ck. You couldn’t have stopped me if you had tried. The way I was sucking on it, the expression, take my breathe away, well yours was having a hard time just getting by. I could tell if I was going to keep being the naughty MILF I am, your wife was just going to have to sit there and deal.

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mistress

I hear the Skype ring and it is him. The screen appears and before me I see him stroking his cock. He likes to stroke for me, and I like to watch. I rate him. He always gets really high marks. I also compare him, compare him to the other cocks I have seen. We discuss the length and width and then we get more detailed. Yes, very detailed. I like that and it excites me.
I tell him how the head of his cock is very unique. The ledge and the angle. Just perfect. A very distinct ledge too. The kind that makes us girls feel so so good. He starts to get a little harder and those veins start to pop. We discuss those too. I like it. Then, well then we start to talk about other things. Other things that might please me. Things he has never tried before. Think rubber bands, clothespins, and your mouth.

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What Will I Find In Your Diaper

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Babies are notorious for exploring their little bodies as they grow. I remember the first time my baby boy found his toes. He was just the cutest, laying there with his legs in the air as I changed his diaper, and he grabbed ahold of his foot with such curiosity on his face. “What IS this thing?” I remember teasing him as he put it in his mouth to taste his own toes. “What did you find?” I would coo at him and shake his tiny ankle.

Again, later on, the same thing happened with his hands and then, of course, his penis. Little boys find that thing, and nothing matters for the rest of their lives. Constantly fondling it, tugging on it, and trying to find ways to indulge it. But that isn’t where their exploration stops.

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