He was a soldier

soldier

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

He was standing on the corner, bathed in the warm glow spilling from O’Malley’s Pub. He was a soldier, I could tell from the crisp cut of his hair and the easy confidence in his stance, surrounded by a boisterous group of his comrades. His eyes met mine, and the noise of the pub seemed to fade into a dull hum. He simply stared, a magnetic pull drawing me in.

He broke away from his friends, a sheepish grin on his face. “Ma’am,” he said, his voice a low rumble that sent a shiver down my spine. “I couldn’t help but notice you. Are you headed home? Mind if I walk with you?” I hesitated. The walk was short, only a few blocks. But the man exuded a raw energy that both intrigued and frightened me. “That’s kind of you,” I said. “But it’s really not necessary.”

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Do I Or Don't I GAME NIGHT With Kayla Cumsalot

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Ok, ok, OKAY! So you think you know me. After so many years of spilling your fantasy and secrets, you think we’re close. Some of you even believe there is more than just a hot, filthy, naughty call between us now and again, but…have you ever considered I tell you what you wanna hear? That maybe I feed you the version of me that keeps you crawling back to me, instead of what’s REALLY going on in my deviously manipulative brain? Do you actually know me at all? Well, we’re about to find out!

I’ve compiled a list of “Do I or Don’t I’s,” and we’ll see which players know the real Kaykay best! Some are kinky and some are not. Depending on how well you’ve listened to me during our sessions or what you’ve seen on my Twitter, this could be super easy or SUPER hard!

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Roxy 1(844)332-2639 Ext 414

There’s this one rude client at the club. It’s a very upscale, member’s only gentlemen’s club. So the clientele is wealthy, high profile men. Most of them are confident, quiet, charismatic, and kind. But this one is just an asshole. There’s no way to put it nicely. And the other night he was being extra obnoxious. Then to top it off, he wanted a private dance. I wasn’t feeling it. But it’s my job. And money is money.

Once in a private room, he explained how he caught his wife cheating. I guess that also explained his mood and attitude that night. So I figured he just needed to have some fun to forget for a bit. I began to loosen his tie, rub his shoulders, and rub my tits and ass on him. But he proceeded to talk about his wife and how maybe he should just let her get satisfied by other men. I just continued to try to distract him from all of that. But I guess that rubbed him the wrong way because his rudeness began to escalate. Before I knew it, he was being plain mean. I was so done with this asshole.

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Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

I’m the girl who turns “What if?” into “Oh God, yes.” With a voice that’s been called “whiskey neat with a side of trouble,” I’ve made a career out of making strangers forget they’re strangers.The spaces between your shame and your hunger. Maybe you’re a CEO who needs to be stripped of control, or a suburban dad who craves a back-alley dominatrix with a PhD in humiliation. I’ll morph into your muse, your tormentor, your accomplice. You want a confessional? A rebellion? A fever dream where I’m both the cure and the symptom? Buckle up, sweetheart.

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Cum with Amy

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

This siren is luring you into a world of forbidden fantasies and unbridled passion. As a phone sex operator, I’m here to ignite your desires, to set your senses ablaze with my sultry voice and seductive charm. My words are my instruments, weaving a web of eroticism that will leave you breathless and wanting more. I’m a masterful storyteller, crafting scenarios that will transport you to a realm of pure hedonism, where your deepest desires are my command. My voice is a gentle caress, a whispered promise of pleasures yet to come. Let me guide you on a journey of self-discovery, where the boundaries of reality fade away, and all that’s left is the thrill of the unknown. I’m your accomplice in seduction, your partner in pleasure.
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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Howdy guys, I’m back with another wild story from college life. Last weekend, I got London Bridged at this crazy party over at the grad student dorms. I mean, I’m still a sophomore but my friend Lucy’s older sis is in the grad program, so she hooked us up.

The minute we walked in, I was vibing the energy – sick beats, people dancing, beer pong tables set up everywhere. Lucy grabbed us some Natty Lites from the keg stand and we made our way into the crowd. I was feeling hawt in this tiny crop top and booty shorts combo.

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Hot Tour Guide

Roxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

I couldn’t believe how hot our tour guide was. The girls and I had planned a much needed vacay. We work long, late hours. Always pleasing others is so draining. We need time to rest, relax and replenish. So we like to take girl’s trips every few months. This was our “spring fling”. Our tour guide scheduled manis, pedis, body wraps, waxes, sauna/cold plunge, massages, facials, yoga, and more. We pamper ourselves so we can be at our best for our clients.

We were greeted by a beautiful boy. Sun bleached highlights, golden tan, chiseled physique, ocean blue eyes, and a gorgeous smile. I work around all kinds of men. I’m not bashful. But his perfection made me blush. He actually made me nervous. It was not like me at all to feel this way around a man. But he really got to me for some reason. The feeling must have been mutual because he was watching me when we were lying out at the pool. I found myself wondering about him. He seemed to only work mornings. I was so curious about what else he did. Did he have another job or business? Or maybe he was a student.

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pussy

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I fucking love my job. It’s not your typical nine-to-five. I’m getting paid to be an absolute SLUT! Today, I’m working from home, sitting in my cozy bedroom, on my laptop. I’m naked, save for a pair of black lace panties, my long brown hair cascading down my back. I’ve got my headset on, ready to take my next call.

The phone rings, and I answer in my sultry voice, “Hey, baby, what’s your pleasure tonight?” On the other end of the line is a man named Mark. He’s a regular, a man with a deep, husky voice that sends shivers down my spine. “Hey, Amber,” he says, “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” “Oh, really?” I tease, running my fingers along the edge of my panties. “What exactly have you been thinking about?”

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Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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The Pain

Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

The pain was excruciating, each thrust a searing agony that left me gasping for air. I lay there, immobilized, as my stepdad Mark and his friend, a burly man named Vinnie, took turns violating me. I had begged them not to, pleaded for them to stop, but my words fell on deaf ears. Mark had owed Vinnie a significant sum of money, and in a moment of desperation, he had offered me up as collateral. I was so young, naive, and innocent, with no idea what was about to befall me. As Vinnie entered me, I screamed, the sound muffled by his large hand covering my mouth. Mark watched with a satisfied grin, his eyes gleaming with a perverse mix of lust and cruelty. Vinnie grunted as he pounded into me, his thick cock stretching me to the brink of tears. I was in agony, my body screaming for respite, but they showed no mercy.

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