Milan 844-33CANDY Ext. 398
Barely legal sex is way too much fun! Especially, when you can find a very good girl who likes to do very bad things. The type of girl who always follows directions, so when you tell her to get down on her knees in front of you, she’s down before she can even give it a second thought. The type of girl that you only have to teach once, before she’s swallowing you whole with her eyes screwed shut and spit dripping down her chin.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
“Hey, Mom,” my son announced as he walked into my bedroom. “I wanna know why you’re fucking the neighbor instead of Dad.” He looked at me, smirking, as if he was in full control of the situation. I sat on the bed and cleared my throat. “Honey, your father hasn’t touched me in years. Stay out of it, you don’t know what you’re getting yourself into…” He shook his head and laughed, almost manically. “No, Mom. Tell me WHY…or else, I’ll tell Dad what you did.” I gasped. “Oh no, you won’t!”
He mocked me, suggesting that the only way to keep him silent was to give him a reason not to tattle to his father. So, I did what any respectable mother would do. I seduced him. “How do you know I fucked the neighbor?” I asked, as I unbuttoned the first few inches of my blouse. He looked me straight in the eye and said “I watched.”
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You used to slip me melatonins at night just to get me to go to bed. Then you realized just how heavy I slept after you gave me one or two before bed time. You could do anything you want to me, and I won’t even notice. Now there’s a much naughtier reason Daddy wants me to sleep all night.
You tested the waters sliding your cock against my lips. The drool dripped down on your cock in just the right way. And my lips were parted just enough to kiss your cock while you stroked it up and down between them. Then you went further by squeezing my cheeks to open my mouth, and then putting the tip in my sleeping mouth while you stroked. Just deep enough to feel my moist tongue and my lips rubbing against that mushroom head. And when that didn’t wake me up, you started gently fucking my throat.
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March is the hottest month for hoop bunnies like me. The taller the player, the bigger the cock. That’s why I’m celebrating March Madness on my knees. I plan to dribble on as many balls as I possibly can. It’s not hard to find horny players. After a game,players go out to get fucked up and celebrate another win. Their veins are pumping full of adrenaline and testosterone. And their riding the fuck out of the winners’ highs. They deserve a quality ball draining to help them blow off steam. It’ll help them focus on the next game. I’m more than happy to show my team support.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”
He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.
Mary 1844-332-2639 ext 350
Volunteering at the library on campus has become my favorite obsession. Milking the fact that I had become all the student’s favorite volunteer. They loved having someone with experience available to them, ready and willing to teach them anything they needed to learn. I was even popular among the girls as well. In fact, I have 2 regulars that cum visit me frequently. They were a little curious about being lesbians because they came from such strict families and needed some private guidance on how to please one another. I booked a private study room on the 5th floor of the library tucked away in the corner. The fifth floor was rarely accessed by students, as it primarily consisted of older books and archived materials. We mostly used the fifth floor for storage as well. We walked in, and I locked the door. The lighting was already dim, so I told the girls to undress, and they obliged. I instructed them on how to touch one another, sensually, intimately. They had been practicing with me for weeks and wanted to show me what they had learned.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
The boardroom smelled like espresso and tension. Ethan Carr, the man across the table from me, leaned back in his chair and smiled like he’d already won the merger we were arguing over. I had to remind myself he was the enemy. His company wanted to swallow mine whole. Yet every time he spoke, my pulse did a little somersault.
After hours of circling each other’s bottom lines, we called it a draw. He bought me a drink afterward. His hand brushed mine as he set the glass down. “You’re tougher than you look,” he said. “And you’re full of it,” I shot back, but my smile was weak. We ended up at my place. His laugh was a low rumble as he kissed me. I pulled him closer, as all thoughts of spreadsheets and stock options melted into thin air. He tasted like ambition and something darker…I couldn’t quite name it.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
My parents were on a mission trip, my brother and sister were away at camp. And my naughty Uncle was babysitting me, when one day he took my virgin ass. He worked up to it slowly. First, he told me that he wanted to teach me about how babies are made. So he pulled out his dick and told me to watch, so I did. When he came, he told me to taste it. And told me that’s where the little babies are. The next time he told me to get undressed so he could show me how it happens. That’s when he started feeling and naming each part of my pussy to teach me. When he got to my vagina, he put his finger inside and told me that’s where the penis goes. He told me it cums deep inside and the babies swim to the girl’s egg and makes a baby. After that he told me that when you don’t want to have babies you lick and suck each other instead. He started licking my pussy and it felt really good. Then he told me to suck on his dick. But right when I started sucking…..
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
As my friends and I walked down the street, laughing and chatting, we were suddenly stopped by the host of “SilverFox Express.” The show was notorious for its raunchy content, where Max, a man in his 50s, would take a younger woman on a series of sexual adventures and callers would bid on what they’d do next. It was all about shock value and pushing boundaries. My friends all pussied out, but I was so ready to get started! Max sure was a hottie after all and I couldn’t wait to get down n’ dirty with him.
Max was charming and flirtatious. I found myself easily playing along, laughing and teasing him in front of the camera, while he told viewers about how much he liked my perky tits and ass. I was determined to be the best guest the show had ever had. After a few minutes of flirty, sexy banter, the bids started rolling in. “Remember, folks. Amber gets to keep whatever you bid, so make sure to pay the lady well for her efforts! I can already tell that she’s got some tricks up her sleeve!”
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
There’s just something about the way he eats my ass. He doesn’t actually EAT it. He just licks. Nibbles. Presses his mouth around my hole like he’s trying to hoover it. His tongue traces the entrance. His teeth graze the delicate skin. Not a bite. Never that. Not yet. But close. Close enough to make me shiver. Perhaps it’s warning. Or a promise. He calls it my peach. Says I taste just like one. Sugar and sun, with a secret tang underneath.
I hate that I like the word. Peach. He doesn’t say it in a sweet way. It sounds more like hunger. Like something clawing at the dark. The way his hands tighten on my hips when I arch toward him, wordless, desperate. The way his breath hitches as if he’s losing control, when in truth, I’m the one unraveling.