Sissy girls hold a special place with Ms. Laylene – like a very special place. And well, of course Tami, my dirty little girl, is full of surprises. It was St Patty’s Day and I had such fun plans for us. Lots and lots of my friends would be coming over to party and well, you guessed it my sweet slutty Tami would be the main attraction. But Tami had no idea what I had planned for her.
Waking her up and giving her lots of Ms. Laylene hugs is always my favorite thing to do. Sweet soft big hugs. Of course, Tami being the little messy girl she is would need changed. I was cleaning her up and from the corner of my eye I saw a jar. Not just any jar either. A jar full of special waxy bullets. My eyes brightened as I handed Tami a bottle of Lay Lay juice and told her to drink up. And then ……… well
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Using My Pantyhose on my Brother (-in-law)
I’m suspicious of my brother-in-law and how he looks me up and down every time he sees me. Especially if I’m wearing my thick, shiny pantyhose. I love wearing pantyhose, how it clings tight to my skin, like a silky cage around my long, long beautiful legs.
I love how the stretchy thick fabric lifts and holds my
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Sexy Lexi 1844-332-2639 Ext 261
I love being in college, aroused by all that knowledge. The other day, my teacher asked our class to email our tests, so I sent him my STDs test results instead. Oh, how I have been wanting him to F me. He gave me an F, but not the kind I was expecting. He said I was being inappropriate and that if I continued with this behavior, he was going to report me. I told him he didn’t need to fail me, that all I was asking for was a good D. Continue reading “Lexi Aroused by Knowledge”
Sexy Lexi 1844-332-2639 Ext 261
You stumbled upon this blog; probably your dick began to throb because you know I’m such a whore. Through the screen, you already feeling a connection, already feeling the sexual tension. You want to fuck over the phone line. I’ve been running through your head all night, and you know you can call me anytime. You wait to be home alone, so I can make you cum over the phone. You long to touch me, to feel my fire, but the distance between us keeps you from fulfilling that desire. Continue reading “Lexi Fucks You Over and Over, Over the phone”
Entertaining losers. What, me, entertain a loser? No, no, no. I’m talking about an entertaining loser. Someone for me to toy with, an amusement, a disposable and forgettable simp. I’m talking about you.
You, with the boring haircut, the shirt and slacks combo that screams retail associate, the dull shoes, and the used car. Yes you, with the pull-out couch in moms basement. You, who thought it would be a smart idea to go out tonight and try talking to a hot girl like me? Because mom encouraged you. How cute.
I shouldn’t be so hard on your mom, if she did a better job preparing you for life I’d have to find my kicks someplace else tonight, but what were you thinking mom? If your baby boy was the last male alive with a million women surrounding him spread legged the species would be done in a month.
Continue reading “Losers – I love When They Entertain Me Part 1”
Sexy Lexi 1844-332-2639 Ext 261
At a shelter I stayed at there was this sexy black girl with huge natural boobs, even bigger than mine. They must have been natural double D, and the way they demanded attention was so luscious. The sexiest and wildest women I’ve met (other than at strip clubs and here!) have been at shelters. I could be wrong, but by the way she looked at me and talked to me, it was like she wanted to convince me of something her actions were otherwise putting into question. At the end of the day, I was the one sleeping with her and there were very sexy black men working at our shelter kindly offering to give us good dick. She even referred to me as “my bitch” when speaking to others.
This year, while the greeting card and chocolate candy companies are busy making Valentine’s Day all about your wife or girlfriend, you will be a smart man, won’t you?
You will be busy making love to me because I am Vada, the homewrecker valentine of your dreams.
No guessing if I’ll like the cheap, tacky bracelet you got me. I only want one thing from you…
No worrying about picking the right restaurant or remembering flowers. I only want one thing from you…
You know what I want, don’t you baby?
Continue reading “Vada, the Homewrecker Valentine of Your Dreams”
No taboo? I know you have been waiting for part 2 so go here and re-read part 1 first.
I bring her inside. The cameras in each room start rolling. The doors lock. I ask your little girl what she thinks dad is planning tonight. She claims ignorance. I tell her “he thinks he is going to stick his old man cock inside me.” She shudders and looks uncomfortable. “Do you think he deserves that?” I ask. She looks confused.
Oh, sweetheart, I say, as I overpower her and handcuff her hands behind her back. “The most important thing a woman can learn is the value of her pussy. And what that can make men do for her. And for the next several hours I’m gonna teach you what your mom was too dumb to understand – namely the value of your own pussy.”
Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
I don’t mind looking after little ones, but their dirty daddies are what make babysitting jobs totally worthwhile! Have you ever had, or thought about having, hot sex with a babysitter? I know, I know it’s technically wrong, but it feels so good I don’t care!
I don’t know if you can begin to imagine how hot it is to wait anxiously for the dirty daddy to get home. Knowing that once he’s back home that cock is yours, keeps me wet for hours in anticipation. I bet you’d love to hear about the first time I used my tight pussy to get what I wanted from one of the daddies I was working for.
No Taboo
You’ve been spying on me at the gym for some time now. Me, the hot, petite, scandalous 23-year-old, you the just divorced dad looking to get back in the game. It couldn’t be more obvious how desperate you are for sex, the way you are finally getting into shape, the way you look at all the women in here – but especially me, the way you peacock your job, your car, your watch, your clothes, like women actually care.
Funny thing is, we don’t. Or I don’t. I’m 23 and gorgeous, at the height of my sexual prowess. Your silly ex just took you for half of everything, and no girl ever bragged to their friends about the Acura her new man drives. Do all the dumbbell lifts you want; you’ll need something better if you want my attention.