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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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family

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Auntie Anna was invited to a family reunion. The only reason she RSVP’d was because she knew her naughty nephew would be there.She made sure to put on her sluttiest dress and come accompanied by her husband. When she arrived, her panties became soaked just at the thought of seeing her nephew.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The ambient hum of the warehouse’s cooling fans did nothing to cut the heavy, stifling heat of the late-night shift. Everyone else had clocked out hours ago, leaving me entirely alone amidst the towering rows of steel shelving and monolithic wooden pallets. The vastness of the empty space usually felt industrial and cold, but tonight, shielded in the deep shadows, it felt intensely private. Secretive.

I leaned back against a stack of heavy canvas cargo sacks, the rough fabric contrasting with the thin cotton of my shirt. My breath came a little faster, echoing softly in the cavernous silence. There was something undeniably exciting about the risk. Being so incredibly vulnerable in a place where anyone could theoretically walk in was thrilling. Though I knew the security gates were locked tight until dawn.

My fingers trembled slightly as they moved down, slipping beneath the waistband of my jeans. The contrast of the cool warehouse air against my wet warmth made me gasp, a small sound that seemed to vibrate through the high rafters. I closed my eyes, letting my imagination fill the empty spaces of the room. Every touch was deliberate, slow, and agonizingly focused.

The rhythm of the distant automated…

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

A friend that I grew up with was having a birthday party. I didn’t want to miss it. But the problem was that her parents were throwing the party and they recently moved a couple of hours away. Luckily they offered their place to anyone that needed somewhere to stay. So I made the drive on a beautiful sunny Saturday morning. The party started that afternoon and lasted late into the night. Her parents went all out. It was really amazing.Their house was fabulous as well. But I just couldn’t get to sleep that night. So I decided to go down to the kitchen to see if I could find something to help me sleep. But as I walked down the hall I heard voices. They were getting louder as I approached the french doors at the end of the hall. They weren’t fully closed so I could hear the voices loud and clear. It was my friend’s voice. I wondered what she was doing up so late.Then I heard her mom’s voice. She was saying “Suck your Daddy’s dick”. I couldn’t believe my ears. So I peeked through the narrow opening between the two french doors.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He’s trembling on the cold linoleum floor, with his head bowed and rope coiled around his wrists. His eyes keep darting to the edge of the room where a single candle sputters. He was supposed to be silent, yet he laughed. I warned him, earlier. “Speak when I say.” He chose not to listen.

The candlelight dances across his features, painting them in shades of guilt and anticipation. “Come,” I command. He stands, but his gaze does not meet my eyes. I circle him, as the leather strap in my hand swallows the light. “Listen,” I say, as my fingertips brush the strap’s surface. His head snaps up, and his eyes are wide and pleading. I lay the strap across his chest. “Your mistake was not in the sound you made, but in the thought that you could speak without consequence.”

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I met a man when I was younger, and he was older. A relationship that shouldn’t have happened produced a sweet bundle of joy named Candy. He married me and took care of me. Our life is so joyful and full of laughter. He works really hard, and I try to give him everything he craves. I came home from work one day to find him on the couch. I slid onto his lap and asked how his day had been.

“I’ve been thinking.” He said. My head leaned on his chest as I listened to his words. “All day, I’ve been thinking about the first time I taught you how to take my cock. How scared you were, but you did it because you knew how good it would make me feel.” I smiled up at him, remembering my fear and anxiety as he pulled his big cock free that first time.

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ass fucking

(844)-332-2639 ext 398

Think fast! You’re my ride share driver after a long night out getting clubbing and making myself horny. Would you rather get 5 stars or use 3 holes? My favorite kind of drivers know they can get both. I climb into the backseat of your car in a skin tight dress that already makes your cock excited. It’s so short that it rides up my thighs when I sit. You can see my pretty lace thong peaking between my thighs every time my legs shift a little bit. But of course, you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation until I give you no choice.  Continue reading “Milan’s Naughty Ass Fucking in the Backseat” →

Big Blue Balls

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Let me get a good look at those big blue balls. Wow baby, when’s the last time you came. I know I told you that you couldn’t cum without me, but you have a really bad case of blue balls. It makes sense though because we’ve been going pretty hard with the tease and denial stuff huh. Emphasis on denial haha. Of course it’s all my fault because when we talk you beg me to drain them, but honestly where’s the fun in that?

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Pamper Fucked

Posted 2 weeks ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching Mikey struggle with the tabs on his extra thick pamper. “You’re doing it too tight again,” I teased, sliding off the duvet to help him. Mikey looked up, just in time for me to see his cheeks flushing pink. “I just want it to stay put, Amber. We don’t want a repeat of the accident I had at the grocery store last week.”

I reached out, taking the tabs from his clumsy hands. Once his diaper was secured with a satisfying crinkle-snap, I stood back to inspect my handiwork. “Perfect,” I whispered, ruffling his hair.

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