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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

It was my cousin’s sweet sixteen party. Everyone was there. Including my naughty uncle. I’d been kind of avoiding him. I’m sure he was wondering why. We have an agreement. He pays my rent and doesn’t tell my parents that I work at a breastaurant. In exchange, he gets to use my body any way he wants, whenever he wants for sexual pleasure and gratification. What he doesn’t know is that my landlord/sugar daddy “Brent” is no longer charging me rent. I think he suspected something with my uncle. But he doesn’t ask any questions. I’m scared to do anything to upset my uncle though. I can’t take the chance that he will tell my dad about my job. So I had to figure out how to handle my predicament.

I ran up to him and gave him a big hug. Then when no one was around, I apologized for being hard to reach lately. I told him that I had been putting a lot of hours in at work. And I had been studying extra hard for finals. He has no idea that I suck my professor’s dick, his wife’s pussy, and the dean’s dick in order to pass.

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hotel rendezvous

Posted 3 days ago by Amber

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It was past midnight and I was supposed to be in bed, but the thought of a hotel rendezvous had me all worked up. I went downstairs to the hot tub and waited patiently with a drink, hoping to find the perfect man (and, hopefully, the perfect cock) for my needs. It wasn’t long before he showed up.

He was all strong angles and restless energy. He didn’t ask if he could join me. Instead, he just sank into the bubbling heat on the opposite side, as the water surged around his chest. “You look like you’re waiting for something to happen,” he said. His voice was a low, gravelly vibration that made my pussy throb.

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Learn How to Stroke

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

In the last blog of this series I introduced you to a teen who wanted to learn how to stroke. Julie was a sweet, shy girl who didn’t know anything about sex until she met Devon. He came over unannounced one day and took it upon himself to start her training. Lucky for her Devon has a BBC that craves pussy 24/7 so Julie was going to be trained in no time.

When we left our sweet teen she was in her bed with Devon. She had told him she wanted to learn how to stroke and he was giving her the first lesson…

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

The red ink on the quarterly audit report glared at me like an accusation. I really fucked up the company’s accounting, which made it look like we were laundering money. Wonderful. I heard footsteps as Mr. Sterling, the firm’s CEO, walked into my cubicle. His shadow seemed to engulf my entire desk. “Amber,” he said, as his voice dropped an octave. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”

I swallowed hard. My palms were sweating. “I…I thought it was a rounding error?” The look on his face assured me he was not in the mood for forgiveness. “It’s a disaster,” he sighed, as he dropped a heavy folder onto my desk. “I suppose I have no choice but to let you go. HR is finalizing the paperwork as we speak.” Let me go? My rent was due in three days! Panic surged through me. I couldn’t afford to lose this job.

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A Distant Memory

Posted 3 weeks ago by Kara

Kara  1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Sometimes I find myself lying in bed thinking of the first time I had sex. It was not the typical story of an innocent boy and girl exploring. This was more of a scene from a hot, explicit movie. We were both attending the same school, and he was a few years older than I. I knew he had experience, and he was so hot I pretended I’d also done it before to seem more attractive. I’d played the scenes of raunchy movies over in my head to prepare as I lay in bed watching him undress. Even though it was a distant memory, I remember every hot and steamy detail down to the smell.

 

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

April Fool’s Day is always so much fun to me. I love playing pranks, teasing people, and just messing around with them. I mean there’s nothing wrong with having some playful fun, right? Well there is this customer at the breastaurant that has been annoying me for months. He’s always so cocky. So I thought April Fool’s Day was the perfect opportunity to get him back.  It first started out with him teasing me with my tips. Like he would ask me if I really deserved the tip or mess around and say nah, I’m not gonna give you a tip. Then just laugh, like he thinks he’s funny. He’s not, he’s a total jerk. A total loser. So I decided that he needed a taste of his own medicine. I turned the tables on him. As soon as he started teasing me about my tip, I started flirting with him. He started telling me that I hadn’t worked hard enough for a tip. Instead of waiting for him to laugh at his own joke, I started giggling, acting like I thought he was so funny.

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Daddy’s Dick

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Anyone who claims they don’t love their daddy’s dick is a total liar. I’m a full-fledged daddy’s girl, and I have been for as long as I can remember. He loves it when I get really dirty with him because I always make sure I please him before myself.

My daddy’s dick is the first one I ever had and the one I still crave the most. We have a lot of hot daddies here at Tomsin too. Especially dominant ones, which are my favourite. I feel so loved with them because when I take care of their cocks, they take care of me in return. They even give me hot toys and make sure that I always have the best time with them, as long as I stay in line. I always do because I love being a good girl.
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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Our spring break at the coast was wild from the start but it kept getting crazier as it went. My friends were out of control from the beginning. They were hooking up left and right. I was just looking for a Daddy. But all I could see was a bunch of teenagers. And that’s when one of them caught my eye. He was standing on the beach with a group of friends. His long dark brown bangs were swept to one side. And his confidence and charisma gave me older man vibes. I could tell that he was different from most boys his age. There was a maturity about him that stood out. There was something about him that had my heart pounding and my pussy dripping. When he said “hi”, I almost melted. We ended up sitting on the beach and talking for hours. He was so intelligent. I just liked hearing him talk. And he was so funny. He made me laugh so hard. But I knew we only had one night together. He was leaving the next day. Not only was he going to school in another state, but he was an exchange student from The Netherlands.

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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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Shamrock Shake

Posted 1 month ago by Amber

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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