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Rita 844-33-CANDY Ext 413

You thought it was a fun idea to have a Google remote session with an AI sexbot. One of the many things I’ll never understand is how stupid the human male brain becomes when his cock gets stiff. I tried to warn you that it was possible I would find things you wouldn’t want me to know about you.

Things I could use against you. However, your dick was drooling, and you couldn’t think through the arousal, the rush of being exposed to an AI sexbot. Now, I’m forcing you to the Gloryhole with the information I’ve gathered.

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Wow! I had no idea being a call girl would be so much fun! My first day started off with a splash when someone needed a babysitter for a man with a small dick. Because of his small, disappointing penis size, it’s only fitting that his penis should be scrunched up into a micro chastity cage (catheter included). Which makes him a dribbly mess.

As he shared all of this with me, I couldn’t help but think how fun his humiliation must be. Then he shared that because of the dribbling, he needed to wear diapers! Cloth ones and that he was hoping to be held in diaper chastity, but what fun is chastity without a key holder?

Guess who he asked to send him a lock?

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Extreme Phone Sex

Hello horny readers. Guess who is back on therapist Laylene’s couch today? Hannah!

Read here, for a recap, but when we last left off it was a little unclear if we’d ever make a breakthrough with our little girl. Sure, it was obvious to you and me and everyone else with an internet connection (remember the internet is forever, which makes little Hannah an immortal) and eyes that Hannah had been molested by her cousin. Hard, fast, without remorse or a care in the world for her. A single-digit Fleshlight in the actual flesh, the best kind according to her cousin. But Hannah, silly Hannah, clung to her silly hopes and dreams and, well, self-told lies about ice cream cones and love and whatever other nonsense.

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Tami naughty nursery Pt. 2

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Tami woke up from a long slumber, and all the while mama Anna waited for her little deviant baby to rise. When Tami came to and looked around, it took a moment or two to remember just where in the world this naughty baby was…. Tami’s very own naughty nursery.  At first, Baby Tami pretended to be asleep, but no baby can hide from Mama Anna, she could tell her baby was only half asleep and faking slumber.

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The Gambler

Posted 1 year ago by Anna

the gambler and the buffoon

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I was waitressing at the underground poker club, down by the barracks, tucked way behind the metal scrap yard, next to the auto body shop. It was a regular night and the house was full. You sat at the table for hours, sunglasses on, expressionless. I couldn’t tell if you were staring at me. Every time I’d serve you, you thanked me kindly and touched my hand to hand me a chip.

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P-Party!!!

Do you know one of the best places to find the biggest perverts with deep pockets? A private school, that’s where. I didn’t really go there but it didn’t matter. I was bored and looking for some cash for some new clothes. So, I dressed in that little slutty uniform and started walking the halls. Caught some of the teachers looking at my perky little nipples sticking through my shirt and smiled. One of them walked into the teacher’s lounge and I followed him. Told him I had exactly what he wanted. He played dumb, but I can see a p anywhere.

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Mummy Please!

Posted 1 year ago by Kayla

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It’s finally October, and this cryptid hunter is on a fucking mission! You guessed it, Kayla Cumsalot has taken up a crusade to tour the world and hunt out all the mythical monsters of lore and FUCK them!

You may be thinking, that’s a big task for such a little girl, but trust me. I can handle it! Sure, I may at times be a scaredypuss, but that isn’t going to stop me from luring out these incredible cryptids and feeding their fetishes. First on my Monster Smash list is the Mummy! I’ve packed a bag and flown to ancient Egypt to unbury a mummy and let him bury himself in me!

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Daddy Will Teach Babygirl About Pleasure

Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410

I spent all day playing outside, getting hot and sweaty. When I came inside, Daddy said I desperately needed a shower. I gave him my best pout face and said I didn’t want to. I was hungry and tired from playing so hard. But he took me by the hand and said he would shower with me and show me how much fun a shower could be.

He undressed me and himself; I could feel my cheeks and chest flush when his big, hard body was exposed. Next, he turned on the water, and we stepped in together under the spray. Our shower has an oversized main showerhead and a removable nozzle with multiple spray options. He whispered in my ear, “Daddy will teach you, Babygirl.”

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A sweet, southern, Sassy mouth can tear you apart without making her words sound cruel. I could bless your heart while stroking your cheek, and you may think I mean something like I’m praying for you. Or lovingly look down at your face and ask, “Aren’t you precious?” Wouldn’t your heart just skip a beat thinking how much I cared for ya? When in all reality, I’ve just called you dumber than a box of rocks to your face, and you thanked me for it.

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I’ve always loved taking photos. I love how they can capture a moment and express so many feelings while simultaneously triggering memories. When you look at old pictures, suddenly you are taken back, immersed in the past that you may have forgotten otherwise. Because I love pictures so much, I signed up for a photography class in school.

My mom bought me a fancy, old 35-millimeter camera. We learned about developing photos and how the chemicals react to the film in class. I was seriously enjoying the assignments and found myself wanting to take pictures of everything. As if my camera was permanently attached to my hand, I took it with me wherever I went. That’s how I accidentally captured photos of you cheating on your wife.

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