Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
When I was younger I babysat for a super rich family. They would take me on trips with them and buy me nice things. I really loved the wife she was always so nice to me, But the husband was very stand offish. Nothing I ever did was good enough. One day while I was
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
I was feeling my usual slutty mood, so I arranged myself a threesome with my hubby Dan and another stranger, Mike. I wanted both my holes filled tonight. The boys were called over as I got dressed and ready to be ravaged. I wore a matching black bra and thong set, covered up with a lavender silk robe. Ding Dong. The boys arrived and I was waiting.
The boys walked up to my room to meet me. Mike slowly walked up to me and started nibbling on my ear, working his way down my neck. He lightly pulled down my robe, and I felt it tickle my body before it hit the floor. He reached around the back of me and unclipped my bra and that hit the floor too. Continuing his journey down my body, he stopped at my luscious full tits. They were quite the mouthful, and he sucked and bit my nipples. I could feel the electricity run through my body.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I was standing in the aisle of my favorite grocery store, staring down a mountain of bulk-sized diapers and an alarming amount of diaper rash cream. Just as I reached for a box of premium-brand pull-ups, a very handsome man appeared beside me. I looked up to find a grin on his face that suggested he knew exactly what was happening in my world of ABDLs.
“Hosting a birthday party?” he asked, as he glanced from my face to the mountain of plush, absorbent goods piled high in my cart. I felt my cheeks flush, but I leaned into it and smirked, while tossing my hair over my shoulder. “Some of my guests are just notoriously messy,” I said, as I innocently batted my eyelashes at him.
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.”
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.
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.
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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
Every summer my family and I go to our lake house. It’s always been my favorite part of summer. The cool summer breeze, the grilling, the nightly bonfires. It never got old. I would play with the neighbor kids and I never wanted the day to end. Every summer there used to be so innocent. Summer of 2025 was way different than any summer I’ve ever had at the
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…
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
How many of you boy toys love having sloppy seconds? You know what I’m talking about. Your girlfriend or wife just came home from a girl’s night and tells you all about the guy she had a quickie with, in the bathroom stall. To make it better, she didn’t clean up afterwards; just came racing home to fuck you! As you’re fucking her, you can feel another guy’s squishy, warm, wet cum. And when you cum and leak all over the place, you don’t know if you’re cleaning up your cum, or HIS cum!
Hubby is home for the weekend, and I thought it would be fun to come home and fuck him. We only fuck once or twice a week, when I’m lucky enough. For some couples that’s enough, but for a slut like me, I need daily fucking. Anyways I let him have his way with me and then AFTER he came, I thought it would be even more fun to tell him he just had SLOPPY SECONDS!
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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449
The heat of the midsummer street festival was suffocating, a swirling vortex of neon lights, loud music and a thousand moving bodies. I slipped through dense clumps of strangers, my pulse hammering a frantic rhythm in my chest. I had a head start, but not a large one. Somewhere in this suffocating press of people, he was looking for me.
My skin was flushed, slick with a fine sheen of sweat that made the humid air cling to me like a second skin. Every brush of a shoulder, every accidental bump from the crowd sent a jolt of pure adrenaline straight down my spine. It was a dizzying game of hide-and-seek. I darted between a group of laughing tourists and a couple locked in a breathless embrace, using their proximity as a temporary shield.
I stole a glance back over my shoulder. Through a parting in the crowd, our eyes locked. A sharp thrill shot through me. He had spotted me. The predatory smirk on his lips told me everything I needed to know about what would happen if those hands caught me.
Panic and desire flared in equal measure, a heady mix that made my knees weak. I bolted…