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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 ext 457

I went in to talk to the admissions counselor at the cosmetology school the other day. 

“Mr. Steel will see you now Rachel,” his assistant smiled and led me to his office. Suddenly I was getting so nervous. I don’t know why. It wasn’t like it was a job interview or anything. When she opened the door for me, he stood up behind his massive desk. My heart skipped a beat. He was uncomfortably good looking. I blushed fifty shades of red and could barely look him in the eyes. It must have amused him judging by the satisfied smirk on his face. I don’t think I’ve ever felt that intimidated in my life. Something about him made me feel so tingly inside. Sitting across that massive desk from him made me feel so small. He walked over to his computer and tapped a few keys on the keyboard. I couldn’t believe what popped up. He had a video of the day that I squirted in the instructor’s face when I was Brandy’s model for her waxing exam.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I was waiting for my date to show up, when I heard the rumble of an engine in the distance. As soon as he pulled into my driveway, I barely registered the man in the helmet as someone I actually knew. My attention was elsewhere. My eyes were locked on his motorcycle. It was a matte-black cafe racer, with silver accents that caught the fading light in all the right places.

I found myself walking toward it before I realized what I was doing, as I reached out with my fingers hovered just inches from the tank. The surface was warm from the residual heat of the engine. It felt like touching something alive. I traced the line of the steel frame and sighed. It was a masterpiece, meant for speed and dominance, but I felt a strange, heady rush of desire. Not for the man who rode it, but for the machine itself.

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Cock Tease

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I love being a cock tease to all my foot lovers out there. You all must be excited since it’s your favourite time of year, sandal season. How hot is it when your summer is filled with sexy toes on display? Since I’m a naughty cock tease I wear sexy sandals every chance I can get to drive all the foot lovers in my town wild.

I love wearing sandals all summer and you have to admit that you’ve never seen feet quite as sexy as mine. They’re perfect for sandals, flip flops or even heels. But most importantly, they’re perfect for your cock. Close your eyes and picture them for me. My feet are petite, have high arches, are always super smooth, and make for the best foot jobs.

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Caleb's Fantasy Hitman

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“I hate her,” Caleb growled as he shoved open the door. I followed him with soft steps. He dropped his briefcase and shook out of his suit jacket. I laced my fingers around his, pulling him in close to my body. Then lifted his hand to my lips and kissed his palm. Our eyes met, and my tongue swirled over the gold band on his ring finger. My lips parted, and I sucked his ring finger along my tongue. When my lips sealed around the band and my teeth grazed it from his finger, his dark eyes grew lusty.

“I’ll end her for you.” My words were syrupy thick after I spat the wedding ring across the kitchen, and his hands slipped around my waist. He tugged my body tight to his, and I could feel how hard his cock was at the idea.

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Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The bathroom tiles are cold under your bare knees. The little micro skirt I put you in does nothing to protect them as you bob away at the cock in your mouth. The stranger is gripping your hair and digging his cock down your throat. Every gag makes your balls throb, and your hunger for cum increases.

“No time to savor it, sissy. Look how long the line is getting.”

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The afternoon heat was heavy, but the water in the pool looked invitingly refreshing. I leaned back against the lounge chair, letting the sun warm my skin. Though my attention was fixed on the pool boy. He was a college junior from next door, hired to skim the leaves and keep the chemical balance right. Today, he was working at a painfully slow pace.

He was wearing faded swim trunks, his tanned back glistening with a light sheen of sweat as he reached the skimmer pole across the deep end. He was trying hard not to look at me, but I’d caught his eyes darting my way every time I shifted. I decided to make it a little harder for him to focus.

Standing up slowly, I walked over to the edge of the pool, right where he was working. I let my sunglasses slip down the bridge of my nose, catching his eye.

“It’s scorching today,” I said, my voice dropping an octave. “You look like you’re melting out here.”

He paused, gripping the aluminum pole a little tighter, his knuckles turning white. “Just… standard summer maintenance,” he stammered, a flush creeping up his neck that had nothing…

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You Were Made To Be Mounted

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

“Wait, I’m not sure.” The quiver in your voice makes my pussy wet. I love that you’re unsure and scared. My hand rubs over your back gently, and I moan. After you slipped that little secret curiosity about being pegged, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about fucking you. I’d convinced you to let me try, but still, you’re hesitant. “You’ll go slow?” You ask me over your shoulder, and I nod. It’s a lie. I have no intention of being gentle or slow once I break into your virgin asshole.

My hand slips over your ass cheeks, and I giggle when they clench. Then I cup your balls, kneading them in my hand as I purr, “You were made to be mounted, baby. Just relax.”

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Last night I went to the cell phone store for an upgrade. Brent, my sugar daddy/landlord, told me to put it on the credit card he gave me. He told me to get the latest version that I had been wanting so badly. I was so excited because I could’ve never been able to afford it myself. The store was really busy. The manager was working his butt off. He kept looking over at me like he felt bad that I had been waiting for so long. Then he finally got a break. The way he looked at me told me it was my turn. Then he walked over to me and asked how he could help. I told him what I wanted. And just like that he was headed to the back to get my new dream phone. I was tingling with excitement. Before I knew it, he was back with my phone. I watched as he opened it. It was so beautiful. He turned it on and asked me to log in so it could transfer the data from my old phone. All of a sudden my nude pics started flashing across the phone, one after another.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My collection of toys is a gallery of exquisite agony and, to be entirely honest with you, I love it. Each object holds its own place in my heart; however, there are two in particular that I love the most. There’s a heavy, weighted flogger constructed from braided leather that feels like a conversation with gravity every time I use it. I’ve also recently acquired a set of glass blown dilators that shimmer like trapped lightning under the dim glow of my crystal chandelier.

When I’m here in my dungeon, I’m not Stella the accountant, or Stella the daughter, or Stella the woman who worries about the passage of time. I’m only known as Mistress Stella, the creator of sensations. I love the way the room seems to inhale when I’m ready to play. There’s a specific kind of power in being the stillness at the heart of the storm, and I relish every moment of it. I pick up a single, slender crop, testing the weight of it against my palm. The leather is supple, worn smooth by years of practiced intent.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The fire had burned down to a low, amber glow, lazy shadows across the bedroom. He lay prone on the mattress, his shoulders knotted into tight, rigid peaks from a week of relentless stress. When I sat straddling his thighs, he let out a low, exhausted sigh, burying his face deeper into the pillow.

“You’re entirely too tense,” I murmured, pouring a few drops of warmed jasmine oil into my palms.

Instead of using my hands to work out the tension, I rubbed the fragrant oil over my skin; coating the soft curves of my breasts until they gleamed in the firelight. I leaned forward, letting my hair fall over his neck like a silk curtain. I pressed my chest firmly against his upper back.

He caught his breath as the warm, plush weight of my breasts met his rigid muscles. Slowly, I began to move; sliding my torso down his spine in long, deliberate strokes. The friction of skin against skin, lubricated by the fragrant oil, created a deep, kneading pressure that hands could never replicate. My breasts molded perfectly to the contours of his shoulder blades, smoothing out the knots with every slow, heavy glide.

A…

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