Lingerie Masturbation

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

When he bought me lingerie, I thought it was because he wanted to worship my perfect body while I was wearing it. Like a good little servant, I thought he purchased the beautiful nightie as an offering to his Goddess. Oh, how wrong I was. He’d bought us matching baby dolls, and his intent wasn’t to worship me but the lingerie itself.

The matching baby dolls were made of the softest pink silk I’d ever seen. We dressed in them and took turns complimenting each other. His was tighter around his wide waist, and it wasn’t nearly long enough to cover his throbbing bulge in the matching silk panties.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

All through high school I played softball.  I loved it so much and wanted to play when I went to college.  So, I picked a college with a nice softball program.  Then I tried out and won a scholarship.  Of course, I was excited to start my new team my freshmen year in college.

The first day of practice, the coach put us through our paces.  We ran laps and base drills and batting drills.  It was an exhausting day.  we were all sweaty and happy to hear the coach’s orders to hit the showers.

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Your Mouth Is a Cunt

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

My finger traces the outline of your lower lip. Drool cascades down your chin as the open-mouth gag keeps your hole stretched wide. There are tears of struggle leaking down your cheeks, and more blink free when I glide two of my fingers along the surface of your tongue and right down your throat. My fingers wiggle in the back of your throat, and I release an exaggerated sigh of disappointment.

“You’re still gagging way too easily.” I snatch my fingers free and wipe your spittle on your cheek. Mixing it with your tears. “Fuck his cunt again.” I bark at the throat-training bull standing beside me.

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Unleashing The Serpent

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

He warned me his cock was “different,” that it could be dangerous if handled improperly or awakened by the wrong woman.  He said it wasn’t safe, but my curiosity only piqued. I needed to see it, feel it… Unleash it.

I walk into the bedroom wearing a fishnet bodysuit and heels. He was laying on the bed already stroking his cock as I sauntered towards him. It looked normal to me. Big, thick, and juicy. The veins that raced up his base pulsed a soft hue of green, and I blinked a few times as I got closer. Was that a trick of the light or a hint of what was to come? “It looks like you are ready to play,” I mewled as I crawled up beside his strong thighs.

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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Happy kinky Canada Day everyone! I’m not going to lie; I always fuck on Canada Day. So, I want to be a dirty girl and tell you all about the extra hot fuck fest I had last year.

My friends and I had a party and there was so much dick it was pretty much out of control. Basically, it was girly drinks, dick, and fireworks – what more could a girl like me ask for?
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Pretty Little Candy Girl

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

There’s a pretty little candy girl who’s been prancing her tight ass all over the playroom. She’s bubbly, and my lust for her is infectious. The little bitch makes my cock so hard. I’ve been watching her. She’s a flirt who acts coy and innocent, but she isn’t. I can just tell there is a filthiness under her skin, and I want to lick up every inch of it.

Whenever I come around, she’s polite but reserved as if she’s keeping all that sexiness away from me. I don’t understand why she’ll play with all the losers who hang out there, but she won’t give me the time of day. If she won’t give it to me, I’ll take it.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was lingerie night at work. When I first started, my lingerie was more modest than the other girls. I couldn’t believe how little they wore. Some literally wear the skimpiest bras and g-strings. But now I’m basically the same. On this particular night I wore a red bra, and a red g-string with a fitted, stretchy, red lace little dress over them. It barely covered my butt. But you could see everything right through it anyway. And I wore red fishnet thigh high stockings that had red bows on them. I kept catching everyone starring at my ass. It was so busy. I was just trying to keep up with my tables. Then all of a sudden, I noticed that one of my dad’s best friends was there. I wanted to run to the back and hide. But it was too late. He had already seen me. I was mortified. That was exactly what I was afraid of happening. He went to church with us all of my life. He’s married with kids that are now grown. I just knew he was going to be disappointed in me and go tell my dad. But why was he here?

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, I’m having intrusive thoughts. I just can’t control them. It happens everywhere I go. No matter what I do. I’m so embarrassed that I don’t even know if I can tell you what my thoughts are. I can’t even believe that I’m here right now. This is so difficult for me. But I didn’t know what else to do”, he shamefully whispered. I could tell this was not easy for him at all. He was trembling. So I grabbed his hand and told him that he could relax. I told him that he had no reason to be nervous. There is zero judgement here. Then I went to make him a cup of hot herbal tea to help him relax and ease his nerves. While he was drinking it, I proceeded to ask him some simple questions just to help him loosen up and open up. I wanted to help him feel comfortable. Finally I could tell that it was working. He was no longer trembling. And his voice was a bit more confident. It was time to ask him. “So tell me, what are the thoughts that I can help you with?” I gently persuaded.

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Morning Walkies

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Morning sunlight broke through the trees. “Hurry up and sit, good boy, or all the neighbors will be awake and catch you doing your morning walkies.” Jason kneeled at my feet, his hips wriggling about with his excitement. “It was a long night in your crate, huh? Ready to stretch your legs?” His chin lifted up towards me, and he let out a little “woof” in agreement.

I buckled the collar around his neck, and he scrambled to the door. “Ut, ut. ut.” I tsked him and pointed to the floor. “Sit!” He dropped his butt to the floor between his feet and I cliped his leash into his collar. “Okay! Here we go!”

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loser

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed on the counter, startling me out of my morning scroll. “Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone and wanted you to have my number.” Scott…SCOTT?! My mind did a full-body cringe. “Um, why?” I muttered to the empty kitchen. Not just why send it, but why bother letting me know? The memory of why we weren’t together ambushed me, as it always did, though the sharp edges had dulled to a dull ache of annoyance.

Scott had lost his job early last year. Not that he was fired, not that he quit for something better, he just floundered. And then he spent MONTHS moping around our apartment, turning into this hollow shell of a man, expecting me to magically fix everything and support us both. UGH, it was overwhelming. And so, so frustrating. Every day was a weight, an anchor dragging me down. I just needed an escape, you know? A breath. A moment where I wasn’t carrying the entire world on my shoulders.

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