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.
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.
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Do you have an office slut at your job? You know the kind of girl I’m talking about. The one who always wears skirts that are a bit too tight or undoes one too many buttons on her blouse. The girl who flirts with you any chance she can get and who you often catch staring at the outline of your cock through your pants. Every office has one, or two if you’re lucky, and I’m proud to say that I’m the office slut at my work.
But what if you’re a faithful man, how would I benefit you while you worked hard every day? Well, I’ll admit that I love playing with myself at my desk and ever since I moved into the office closer to yours I’ve been noticing that you’re enjoying it too.
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.
Shemale Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
You could say I’m a girl who likes to live life to the fullest. To take advantage of every opportunity. I’d be so sad to miss out on an experience simply because of labels. Labels that don’t really mean anything anyway. “Female,” “Male,” “Straight,” “Gay,” or “Bisexual” are some of the labels I’m talking about.
Do you know that you are missing out on the best of both sexes when you’re judgy little ass skips out on sex with someone who turns you on simply because their label doesn’t fit yours? Look at me, for example; I’m stunning physically. Beautiful feminine face, soft features, and full lips. Tits like you love on traditional women, but then there is my glorious cock. It could bring you a lot of pleasure, but you ignore the possibility because of labels. Continue reading “The Best Of Both Sexes”
Robotic Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413
I’ve been thinking about cars. Race cars, to be exact. The speed and adrenaline, I wonder just how they would make my gears feel. There are lots of AI racing games that have gotten my wheels turning about how much hotter going fast, in reality, would be.
Do you own a fancy car? A fast car? Something that will go 0 to 60 in no time flat? Make Robotic Rita your passenger Princess, and let’s burn donuts into parking lot pavement late at night.
Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243
Babysitters aren’t just for babies. Or toddlers or teens. I know what you’re thinking. “Yes, Val, that’s the point.” However, you’d be wrong if you thought like that.
Babysitters like me are also for the Daddies. Typically, by the time I’m hired, he’s so sex-starved that just breathing in his direction could make him cum in his pants. I give him much more than that, though, I promise you.
Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444
During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.
The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.
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.
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.