Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

My high school boyfriend and I met at the beginning of our sophomore year. We were so in love and couldn’t get enough of each other. When we met, we were both virgins. We would kiss and make out behind the school building whenever we got a chance. But usually all we could do was play with each other under the desks. We would feel each other, on the outside of our clothes. It was so exciting to feel how hard he would get in his jeans. I rubbed him, and he loved it. It would make me so wet and horny. So I decided to start wearing things that would give him easier access. But it was really for my own pleasure. I started wearing short little skirts. That way he could actually put his hand under them and play with me through my panties. Then one day it happened. He made me cum. When I looked over at him, he looked amazed at the fact that I was cumming. His face turned bright red, and he started sweating profusely. I felt his cock get harder than a rock. Then he started cumming so hard. His jeans were drenched.

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Mistress Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

Hey there faggot, I know what you’re craving.  You’re craving some of that chocolate dick, aren’t you?  It’s the contrast of your pale skin against his dark.  The thought of seeing that makes your little sissy button twitch.  There’s also something about the size difference between you and a big black stud.  Because not only is he much taller than you, but his dick puts that sissy button to complete shame.  But that’s why you’re here isn’t it?  You know his dick is far superior to yours.  So, you need to feel it sliding down your throat as you suck it the way it deserves.

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Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417

The waitress was cute so you gave her a hefty tip. There’s a moment when the air shifts—when the waitress bends just a little too close, when her hand brushes yours on the table, when her smile looks more like a dare than politeness. When she clearly wants more!

That’s when you know this isn’t just dinner.

She’s serving you drinks, yes, but she’s also serving you possibilities. She sees the way you watch her. She notices how your eyes follow her hips when she walks away. And she likes it. She wants you to know that dessert isn’t on the menu—but she’s more than willing to offer it anyway.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stretch out on the wet grass, my skirt hiked up around my hips. The scent of my moistened panties wafts up, a heady aroma that excites me. I toss my head back, relishing the cool air against my heated skin as I part my thighs.

These are my favorite moments, when I’m alone and can indulge in my secret desires. I’m not ashamed of the perverse cravings that drive me, the urge to expose my most intimate secrets to those who crave them as much as I do.

My fingers dance along the elastic waistband, slipping beneath to tease the damp fabric. I breathe in deeply, the musky scent of my arousal mingling with the earthy tang of the grass.

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A Cuckold Anniversary

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

Ray and I were out celebrating one year of wedded bliss. His fingers interlocked with mine over the romantic dinner table. Several tall pillar candles flickered between us, and his face looked so happy as he talked about all of his favorite moments over the past year. It was sweet and so dull. My gaze wandered and clashed with another man’s. he was leaning against the bar in a tailored suit. The sharp line of his beard had my thighs rubbing together under the table, just itching to feel the whiskers tickle me there. He grinned as if he could hear my thoughts from way over there and tipped his head toward the restroom.

It was an order I couldn’t refuse. I pryed my fingers from Ray’s and stood up without a word. Leaving him hanging in mid-sentence to watch me walk between the tables and disappear into the hallway leading to the restrooms.

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Boy Boobs

Boy Boobs

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

I bet you’ve wondered a time or two why boys even have boobs. They serve no functional purpose. Not like female breasts, which nourish babies and make boys stupid when they see them. So, what other reason could men possibly have tits for if they aren’t meant for me to abuse them?

To pinch, pluck, or clamp the tender little peaks until they feel overwhelmed with pain and pleasure.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

“Mommy Anna!  Mommy Anna!” I cried running into her bedroom.  “Big brother took my birthday money and he won’t give it back!” I sobbed frantically.  Mommy picked me up and put me on her knee hugging me and patting my back soothingly.  When I calmed down, she told me to tell her exactly what happened.  I told her that I’d been counting my birthday money when my big brother came into my room.  He took my money right from my hand and told me he was claiming his big brother tax.  I told him there was no such thing.  But he told me to shut up and he deserved my money for having to put up with such a bratty little sister.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Holy fuck I missed this job. Being a phone sex operator is no joke, and it takes skill, seduction, and a whole lot of dirty talk. But hey, that’s exactly why I’m here, isn’t it? Aren’t you glad I’m back?

After a couple of months abroad, I’m back and raring to go, ready to unleash my inner seductress once more. As I slip into my comfiest, most provocative loungewear, I can already feel the familiar heat of anticipation building within me. It’s like my body is saying, “Alright, Aynsley, let’s get this sexy party started!”

I settle into my cozy little lair, the one adorned with plush throw pillows, soft candlelight, and the faint scent of lavender, all designed to set the mood for the torrid tales I’m about to weave. I fire up the old reliable headset and let my fingers dance across the keyboard, typing out greetings and teasing opening lines for the eager clients who’ll soon be on the other end.

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Mommy Gets You Gangbanged

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

I’ve dressed you in stain and lace. You look like an utter slut, and that’s precisely what you’ll be for Mommy. I’ve invited over six men who are eager to fill your holes with cock and cum. The gang bang will be epic and last four hours. No matter how quickly your clit explodes. They will keep using you. Over and Over. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it, my sissy faggot? Get to your knees and crawl to the center of the circle of cock.

You’re about to be sacrificed in the name of their pleasure. Make Mommy proud and beg for what the cum you crave.

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*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

I can deny it, I was born to be a slutty size queen. I’m not ashamed of what I need in bed when it comes to big cocks. And women who say size doesn’t matter are straight up lying, trust me on this my small, dicked boys.

I’ve not been the same since the first time I had a big cock. Also, since we’re being honest, we all know that my first big cock was black. White dicks just don’t do it for me anymore. I don’t even love the big white ones. The passion and power that comes along with a black cock just can’t be matched. It’s something I can’t describe but if you’ve had a black cock, you know exactly what I mean.
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