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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Mr. Davenport was different. He wasn’t aggressive or demanding, just quietly eccentric, with a glint of mischievousness in his eyes. This was my first session with him, and already, I felt a knot of nervous anticipation in my stomach. “First things first,” he’d said, his voice a low rumble. “The pantyhose.”

I raised an eyebrow, but didn’t object. Black pantyhose were hardly the strangest request I’d received. I slipped them on in the small, cluttered bathroom, the nylon cool against my skin. When I emerged, he was sitting in a plush armchair, a stopwatch in his hand. “And now, my dear, something sticky. From your pantry, anything will do.” My pantry was a chaotic testament to my haphazard cooking habits. I rummaged through jars and cans, finally grabbing a bottle of honey. It felt cliché, but undeniably, honey reeked of stickiness.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I fucked him for revenge and I don’t regret it. He cheated. Lied. Thought I wouldn’t find out. So I called the one man he always hated. His rival. His opposite. Tall, quiet, intense—the kind of man who didn’t have to raise his voice to make you submit. The kind of man who never needed to lie. He just took. I invited him over. Told him the truth. “I need to forget him. Make me.”

He didn’t ask questions. He just shut the door and backed me into the wall, his mouth crashing into mine like punishment and relief at once. It wasn’t gentle. Not even sweet. It was war—and my body was the battlefield. He ripped my clothes off like they offended him. Bent me over the counter and fucked me like I wasn’t just someone’s ex—I was his now.

“Is this how he touched you?” he growled, slamming into me. “Did he make you scream like this?” I answered with moans. With nails digging into his back. With every arch of my hips that begged him to go harder. He gripped my throat—not to choke, just to own me. His free hand fisted my hair, yanking my head back Continue reading “I Fucked Him For Revenge” →

this hunger

Posted 4 weeks ago by Amber

Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

There’s this hunger stirs within me most nights while I lay alone in my bed. It’s a longing that cannot be quenched by the mundane, of course. A girl like me craves for the touch of a masterful tongue, a dance of passion and the type of desire that will awaken my deepest fantasies.

Do it, I whisper to the unseen force that I trust will answer my call. Have your way with me, I plead, opening myself up to the possibilities that lie ahead. My legs part, inviting the sensation of a warm, wet tongue to explore the hidden corners of my body (o, as is in this case, we’re manifesting a fat tongue by acting as if we already have one by using my trusty Womanizer Pro). The first touch is electric, a jolt of pleasure that courses through my veins like a raging river. The “tongue” lingers, tracing a path of fire and ice along my inner thighs. I shiver, my breath hitching in my throat as I savor the feeling of something so forbidden yet so right.

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Cum with Amy

Posted 4 weeks ago by Writer

Amy 1-844-33CANDY ext.460

This siren is luring you into a world of forbidden fantasies and unbridled passion. As a phone sex operator, I’m here to ignite your desires, to set your senses ablaze with my sultry voice and seductive charm. My words are my instruments, weaving a web of eroticism that will leave you breathless and wanting more. I’m a masterful storyteller, crafting scenarios that will transport you to a realm of pure hedonism, where your deepest desires are my command. My voice is a gentle caress, a whispered promise of pleasures yet to come. Let me guide you on a journey of self-discovery, where the boundaries of reality fade away, and all that’s left is the thrill of the unknown. I’m your accomplice in seduction, your partner in pleasure.
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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

My favorite sissy was already kneeling when I walked in, hands resting in his lap like the obedient little doll he was. Silk panties hugging that useless bulge. Lips glossed, eyes wide, eager. My favorite sissy. “Good girl,” I purred, running my fingers through his wig. “You’ve been waiting patiently, haven’t you?” He nodded quickly. “Yes, Mistress.” I leaned down and kissed his cheek—soft, slow. Then slapped the other one. Just hard enough to make his lip tremble. “Speak when spoken to, baby.” He whimpered. God, I loved that sound.

I made him crawl behind me to the bed, swaying my hips just to watch him squirm. He was already leaking through his panties—so easy, so desperate. “Take them off,” I ordered, and he did, revealing that pathetic little clit of his. I giggled. “Oh baby… still small. Still so useless. But you’re so pretty, aren’t you?” I dragged my nails down his chest.

“You’ll never fuck me like a man. But that’s not what you’re for.” He moaned as I pushed him on the bed, straddling his face. “This is your purpose, slut. You serve. Must worship and satisfy.” I lowered my pussy onto his mouth and he moaned Continue reading “My Favorite Sissy” →

1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

I watch you from the corner of the room, your eyes glued to the damp spot on the carpet. You’re on your hands and knees, nose twitching as you inhale the scent of my arousal. I can’t help but smirk at your pathetic display. You’re my slave, my plaything, and you know it.

“What do we have here?” I purr, sauntering over to you. I place a foot on your back, forcing you to look up at me. “Caught you sniffing my panties, did you?”

You nod, eyes wide and pleading. I can see the desperation in your gaze, the way your dick strains against your pants. You want me, need me, and you know I have the power to give you what you crave.

“Well,” I say, tapping my foot against your back. “I think that deserves a punishment.” Continue reading “Golden Nectar Punishment For Slave” →

Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

There’s something undeniably thrilling about steamy car sex—fogged-up windows, secret rendezvous, and the rush of getting caught make every parked and pleasured moment unforgettable! “Ugh fuck me baby! Fuck me harder big daddy!” The windows of the car fogged up as he was fucking my black tight pussy doggy style in the back seat. “Damn Trinity, this pussy feels so good!” I threw my head back, arched my back, and tightened my pussy muscles around that gigantic black dick. It felt soooo fucking good. I had missed him so much. He was gone on a business trip and left my pussy dripping wet days before.

He was pounding my big bubble ass and I was loving every minute of it. “Oh yes daddy! Don’t stop! I’m going to cum!!” He shoved his rod deeper inside my chocolate pussy.He put his thumb in my asshole and pulled my hair. He knew that was my weak spot. “Cum on daddy’s dick Trini come on!” He pounded my ass harder and harder. I couldn’t take it anymore. My legs were shaking uncontrollably. I could hear people walking by probably wondering why a Mercedes Benz was parked on the side of a busy Walmart

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

A masseur gave me a happy ending and it was worth every penny. I went to the spa for my weekly massage and there was a new employee there at the front desk. Tall white guy with muscles that looked like they had been sculpted by God himself. “Well hello there, you must be new.” I asked flirtatiously. “Yes, Ma’am I am. I’m Tyler. Jonas is out of town so I will be taking care of you today.” Jonas was the owner of the spa. Him and I had been friends for years and I was right by his side when he opened up this massage parlor.

“Hmm mm I’m sure you will.” I followed him to one of the back rooms to get set up. I had about 10mins left on my massage when I felt a hand firmly on the inner thigh. “Just try to take a deep breath ma’am. I’m going to finish you off.”. Shockingly, he slid his fingers inside of my pussy and finger fucked me. Gently but also aggressive. It felt amazing. My body had been in a permanent state of relaxation from the massage that I couldn’t control what would happen next. I Continue reading “Masseur Gives Me A Happy Ending” →

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew my professor’s wife was a bitch. But I had no idea how two faced she really was. Wow, she is so fake. I can’t stand people that talk behind other people’s backs. Especially when they don’t even really know the person. It’s like get a life of your own and keep other people’s names out of your mouth!

I overheard the other professors talking about how she accidentally hit “send to all” on her email. And everyone saw an email that was meant for just her closest friend/fellow professor. She was being so immature, and obviously jealous. Why do people take their own personal frustrations and insecurities out on others?

The professor that she was talking about is really sweet. I felt so bad for her. She didn’t deserve that at all. I could tell that it really upset her. I didn’t realize that women could still be “mean girls” at that age. I know karma is real and people always get what they give. But I felt strongly about standing up for what was right. I felt the need and urge to protect her. I wanted to help her get revenge.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Hey you guys, it’s your girl, back with another spicy diary entry about my hot and heavy affair with a totally sexy older man, let’s call him Daddy Rick. He’s like, 50 and married, but that just makes it even more thrilling to know I’m his naughty little secret he snuck away to satisfy his deepest, dirtiest desires that his prudish wife could never fulfill.

Last night was, like, mind-blowing. He had me come over to his swanky penthouse apartment while his wife was out of town. I wore this skimpy little lingerie number I just got from Victoria’s Secret – all black lace that barely covered anything, if you know what I mean. When he opened the door and saw me, his eyes just lit up. I could tell he was rock hard already and we hadn’t even touched yet.

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