BALL DRAINING

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March is the hottest month for hoop bunnies like me. The taller the player, the bigger the cock. That’s why I’m celebrating March Madness on my knees. I plan to dribble on as many balls as I possibly can. It’s not hard to find horny players. After a game,players go out to get fucked up and celebrate another win. Their veins are pumping full of adrenaline and testosterone. And their riding the fuck out of the winners’ highs. They deserve a quality ball draining to help them blow off steam. It’ll help them focus on the next game. I’m more than happy to show my team support. 

 

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I was walking home from the downtown farmer’s market, when the first drops of spring rain began to tap rhythmically on the cobblestones. I could feel the coolness seep into my shoes, making each step feel a little more risky in my high heels. As I pulled my oversized cardigan tighter, I caught a glimpse of someone else hurrying to seek shelter under the busted awning of a little café. His grin was half‑hidden by the brim of a drenched baseball cap. As I approached to take shelter myself, I thought, “Well, this could get interesting.”

He was taller than I expected, with a mop of dark curls that stuck to his forehead and mischievous eyes that seemed to laugh even before he said a word. I followed him inside and our shoulders brushed as we squeezed through the doorway. We ordered two steaming mugs of chai. “You know,” he murmured, “rain has a way of making people do reckless things.” I chuckled and replied, “Then let’s be reckless together.”

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Shamrock Shake

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

When my boss announced that the downtown bar was hosting a St. Patrick’s Day fundraiser, I knew I had to give the crowd a little “Shamrock Shake” they’d never forget. The bar was drenched in emerald streamers, neon shamrocks flickering on the walls, and a DJ who seemed to think traditional Irish drinking songs were instructional dance tracks.

I slipped into the backstage area, where a gaudy green curtain separated me from the stage. I’d packed a modest wardrobe. A glittery emerald leotard, a pair of fishnet stockings that had seen more karaoke nights than a nightclub, and a tiny top hat that said “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” on the front. I also had a bottle of mint‑scented body spray that smelled like a julep and a fresh lawn.

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Strip Club PhoneSex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

Scanning the crowd looking for prey, my eyes look over faces, some familiar, some new, none quite what I’m looking for. Then, finally, standing in the corner, I see you there, someone worthy of my attention at last! Oh, I just love when there’s fresh meat to go after. Making my way off the stage, I prowl over to where you’re at. Have you ever heard of Cassey’s strip club special? Let me tell you about it: That’s where I take you backstage to my special vip room, and we play a fun little game.
The rules are as follows: We make a bet, and for a determined amount of minutes, I can do whatever I’d like to you. However, there’s one hitch: you cannot cum! If you end up finishing before the time is up, you’d better pay up for your chance to be with me! However, if you manage to last? Well then, that’s a challenge I can’t turn down! The reward is taking me home, and it’s your turn to do whatever you please. Do you want to play this game? It’s a pretty lucky strip club special, I would say. Either way, you’re a winner!

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I’m so glad that we decided to drive to the coast for spring break. Not only because a road trip is fun, but the airports have been a complete disaster lately. I’ve been looking forward to this girls’ trip with my besties for so long. And the credit card in my name that Brent promised came right in time for the trip. He told me to use it as I wish, to take my friends out to eat, go on shopping sprees, whatever I want. So we were taking our time. Stopping to shop and eat along the way. I thought I had been extra horny because of spring fever lately. But that’s nothing compared to my friends. They have so much pent up energy to get out. I think school has been really stressful for all of us. They haven’t gotten enough dick lately. Lol. So this was a much needed getaway. I just hadn’t anticipated how out of control they were going to be. Everywhere we went, they were flirting with all of the boys. A couple of them even hooked up with a few along the way. We are such little sluts. Barely legal, tight, teen sluts.

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Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

I have a secret, and I’m finally ready to share it.

My family and the people in my small town think I’m this sweet, innocent southern belle—the kind of girl they’re proud of, the one who smiles politely and keeps everything proper. To them, I’m still that untouched, well-behaved girl they’ve always believed I am.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.

My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Henry’s eyes flickered behind the spreadsheets and quarterly reports. Until, inevitably, he received another annoying text from his on/off girlfriend, Kelly, who was angry that he was at the office on a Saturday. “You shouldn’t put up with that,” I said, flatly. “She knows you’re working this weekend. Why does she have to start a fight with you about it?”

He stared at his laptop. “She’s my girlfriend,” he finally muttered, as if the definition mattered more than the drama. I leaned forward and the scent of my strawberry perfume wrapped around the table. I was furious that, yet again, Kelly had a burr up her ass and wanted to make Henry pay for it. Not to mention the fact that it had been a long, sexless winter for me and I was ready and willing to help him forget all about that bitch.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Some friends and I have been planning a trip to the coast for spring break. So we decided to go shopping for bathing suits. And there was a new store in the mall that we wanted to check out. So we all met up at the food court then headed over there. Guys were staring at us, so we were playing around and teasing them. But what we weren’t expecting was all the young guys working at the store we went to. It does have stuff for guys too. But it was all guys working there. They were watching us pick out bikinis while whispering and giggling. There were only a few dressing rooms but one was oversized so we decided to just go in that one together. That way we could all try on all the different ones and be able to see them on each other. It was fun. We were figuring out which one of us each bikini looked best on. That’s when we realized that there were some cracks in the curtains and the guys were spying on us. So we decided to give them a show. We were basically giving them strip teases.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

From the very first day of kindergarten, I knew that the institutional setting of the public school system was not for me. I continued to get in trouble because I just wanted to get expelled. My parents thought the answer was an exclusive college prep school. But the only thing I liked about it was the cute little schoolgirl uniforms. Well, let’s put it this way, I made it cute by tying the top under my boobs to expose my midriff. And rolling the waist of the skirt up to hike it up as short as possible. And I got some really cute little patent leather mary jane shoes. Of course they enforce a very strict dress code. Even the classic cable knit knee socks have to be pulled taut, straight, and perfectly cuffed.

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