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Mom! Look!

Posted 11 hours ago by Felicity

Mom! Look!

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“Mom, Mom!” The constant sound of Danny calling my name felt like white noise in my ear. I’d finally sat down on the couch and needed just five minutes to myself to make a phone call. “Mom! Look!” I swiped open the phone’s screen and looked for the number I needed. “Mom!” I couldn’t focus. His voice was so distracting.

“Hold on a minute, baby. Mommy has to make a call.” Danny, however, did not hold on. He ran over to the couch and was waving something around. “Just sit still and be quiet for me, okay?” His jumping about was too much, and my nerve endings felt frayed. He kept calling my name, and finally I snapped and looked up. “WHAT?” Danny had his penis out, and it was very stiff.

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Modeling For Art

Posted 1 day ago by Molly

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

The studio was always kept just a few degrees too warm. A concession to the vulnerability of my skin against the open air. The scent of linseed oil and turpentine hung heavy in the air; a heady mix that always sharpened my senses. I stepped onto the dais, the silk robe slipping from my shoulders and pooling at my feet in a soft sigh of fabric. Unclothed, every draft felt like a caress across my bare skin.

Across the room, he sat behind his canvas. Our eyes locked, and for a moment, the scratching of charcoal ceased. His gaze was intense, a weight that I could feel traveling slowly down the curve of my neck, across the swell of my chest, and down to the arch of my hip. It wasn’t a clinical look; it was a deeply possessive appreciation that made a sudden, treacherous heat bloom beneath my skin.

“Hold that,” He murmured, his voice lower and rougher than usual. “Exactly like that.”

I shifted my weight, arching my back slightly and letting one hand rest against my thigh. The pose was demanding, exposing the long, unbroken lines of my body to his scrutiny. My heart hammered a…

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was such a good girl for the end of school, so daddy told me he’d take me out for a sweet treat. He blindfolded me and put me in his brand-new Jag but wouldn’t tell me where we were going. After a few minutes of driving, we pulled into the parking lot, and he told me I could take off the blindfold. I looked around and right before my eyes was the sign to the local creamery, “Sweet Treats”.

Daddy got out of the car and opened my door for me, then held my hand all the way to the front counter. We picked out our favorite flavors and sat at an outdoor table. I had my legs crossed, but he still commented about how short my skirt was, since it was blowing in the wind at the moment.

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friends and I needed a night out to celebrate the end of finals. We felt like we had earned it and deserved it after the study crammed past few weeks. So we got dressed up in our little body hugging, clubbing dresses. You know, the slutty kind that barely cover our asses. We set out to party.

First, we hit all of our regular spots and got tons of free drinks everywhere we went. We were feeling good and we weren’t ready for the partying to end. So we walked down to the other end of the street. We noticed the vibe was more mature and upscale, but we didn’t care. We giggled our way through the massive doors and were met with a quiet, elegant atmosphere. All of the older patrons’ judging eyes were looking us up and down. Suddenly we felt so embarrassed and uncomfortable. We turned to dart back out the door. But I heard my name. I turned around and it was Mr. Peterson, my dad’s friend from church. I couldn’t believe we ended up in his restaurant. And I began to panic because I knew my parents might be there. I couldn’t even look.

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tongue fucking

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You ever wish you could get your rocks off on demand, and have a meal waiting for you after you cum. You totally can with this one simple lifehack: order delivery and then answer the door naked! It always works for me. Sometimes my toys get boring and I start craving cock and a side of fries and in this modern age there are so many apps that can get me what I need in 30 minutes or less. 

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That Time I Fucked A Cop

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Yesterday, in a call, a guy asked me what the craziest thing I’d ever done was. My mind went blank. How do you pick the craziest thing when you’ve always been a wild girl? It took a second to sort through my memories, and then I remembered that time I suck off a cop. That was pretty wild, I guess. Let me tell you about it.

At the time, I lived in a real small town—the kind where everyone knows everyone and their business. The crime rate was really low, and the local police had nothing better to do than sit in a tree line by the only stop sign in town. Of course, I hadn’t seen him sitting there when I blew past the sign in a hurry. He hit me with the blue lights, and I really didn’t have time or money for a ticket.

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Perfect Toes

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Are you a man who loves to pamper women with perfect toes? I figured you were, so I need you to take a look at my sexy feet. Can you imagine how good they would look wrapped around your dick? With my perfect toes tickling all the way down your shaft.

I just got a pedicure and now my high arches are smooth and ready to rub all over your throbbing, hard dick the next time you call to worship my feet.

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I know

Kayla Cumsalot 184433CANDY Ext 357

I found some things on your laptop, and I’m disgusted. I thought you were a nice guy—a guy I could trust. Everyone loves you! They think you are fun, kind, and sweet, but you aren’t, are you? You’re a DIRTY, SICK, FUCK.

I’ve asked you to take a walk with me so we can TALK. I can tell you are nervous. Overthinking. Trying to guess what I might be upset about. When we get to the park, it’s dusk. Only a few are still playing on the structures.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It started out like any other typical Temptation Tuesday. But then I suddenly remembered! I forgot to order a cake for my nephew’s celebration. He’s graduating from middle school. This is a very important milestone. I’m very proud of him. And I was not about to let him down. So as soon I got off work, I ran my little ass over to Costco as quickly as I could. I made my way over to the bakery and there was a line of people waiting. They were waiting to pick up the cakes they HAD remembered to order. I got in line to wait for my turn to ask if there was any way they could write on one of their premade cakes. As I approached the front of the line, my heart began to race. I was so nervous. They had to say yes. My nephew specifically requested a Costco cake. It’s his favorite.

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Honestly, it’s fucking pathetic. You motion for me to sit on your lap and whisper foul things in your ear. With every degrading, humiliating word that spills from my pretty pouted lips, your dumb dick gets harder and harder. Oh, does the addicted loser wanna touch it? Rub it? It isn’t like it’s big enough for you to actually stroke it.

Handsex is the only kind of sex you’ll ever get, so I hope you’re good and used to it. It’s drizzle some lube over your pencil-thin nub and get to work. The longer you edge, the more money I make.

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