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Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

“Mr. Daniels… I swear, I wasn’t trying to distract you.”

I’m sitting on your desk, legs crossed, skirt hiked up just a little too high. My blouse is unbuttoned enough to reveal the lace of my bra — and the way your eyes keep drifting tells me I’m doing exactly what I intended.

You lean back in your chair, arms folded, voice deep. “This isn’t appropriate, Carina.”

I bite my lip, sliding one heel off slowly, letting it drop to the floor.

“I know. But you called me into your office… and I figured maybe you wanted a little one-on-one performance review.”

I shift, just enough to let the hem of my skirt ride up further. No panties. I made sure of that.

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I Need to be Licked

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Where are the guys who love to eat pussy? I need to be licked! I’m not talking about the guys who do it as a means to an end or so that they’ll get patted on the head and be called a good boy, but the true LOVERS of oral. I need a man who wants to spread me open and lick every inch of my folds. Someone who will explore between my legs and find the spots that make me quiver. Then suck those spots until I’m dizzy!

I’m in desperate need of someone to like me slow and teasingly for hours, someone who’ll make out with my pussy until I cum and then become a feral beast who doesn’t stop and forces me to cum again and again. Where are the men who wanna drown in the pleasure he provides?

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Fall For Francie xXx 844-332-2639 xXx 208

Welcome to my office; I’m so glad you reached out and made an appointment. I understand that something in your life has taken over your mind. You feel helpless to pull away from the trigger, causing you so much harm. Fear those triggers no longer. By looking deep into my brown eyes, you can find all the reassurance you need. Everything is going to be alright.

You’re in luck. My brown-eyed hypnosis has helped many men replace a harmful trigger with a helpful one. Come sit on the couch beside me and hold my hands. Now look deep into my eyes and relax. Inhale as I look through you to find those harmful addictions and pull them out of your mind.

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Is There A Tag?

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when I waltzed in. “Baby, can you help Mama with something?” I’m pretty sure I saw your eyes roll, which seems to be your constant state with me lately. We used to be so close, and now you’re constantly annoyed with me. I needed to find a way to bring us close again, and I think I found a way. I turned my back toward you and leaned over the arm of the couch a bit, flipping up my dress to expose my round ass in the tiny pink thong.

“Mom! What the hell?” You ask, bolting up right, but I noticed you can’t look away.

“Is there a tag in my panties? Something is poking me and it’s so annoying but I can’t find it. Can you look for me?”

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Carina 1844-332-2639 ext 293

The moment you hear my voice, you already know you’re in trouble.

I’m sprawled across the bed in nothing but a tiny lace thong that clings to me like a secret. One hand trails slowly over my skin, tracing every soft curve, every shiver — like I’m performing just for you.

“Mmm… you have no idea what you do to me.”

My breath catches, just enough for you to hear how badly I need it — how badly I need you.

My fingers slide over my breasts, squeezing gently until a soft moan escapes. Then lower… gliding between my thighs… brushing that spot that’s already soaked and throbbing.

I’m not shy about it. I want you to hear every sound I make — every breathy whimper — and know it’s all for you.

“God, I’m so wet already. Are you going to make me beg for it?”

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Feeding My Stepbrother His Lunch

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“Belle, come on! Please! I’ve asked you four times already.” Ray whined from the doorway to my room. My little stepbrother knew better than to enter my domain without being invited. “I’m so hungry. Please, can you fix me lunch, already?” My eyes rolled, and my finger kept scrolling through obnoxious TikToks. I wasn’t going to feed the gremlin again!

“And I told you four times.” I glanced up to give him an ugly stare. “I’m fucking busy. Make something yourself.” He stomped his foot like tha fucking baby he is and mumbled something about calling mom to compaline. I pushed my earbuds back into my ears and ignored the rest of his endless rant. Or at least I did until a text from my mom popped up to interrupt my scrolling.

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 Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.

So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
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Ebony  844-332-2639 ext 240

Taboo fantasies aren’t just dirty — they’re dangerous. The moment you called me, you knew this wasn’t going to be a soft, sweet conversation. No, this is where we peel back your polite little mask and expose the filthy, forbidden cravings you hide from everyone else.I want you to say it. Whisper it to me — the one fantasy you swore you’d never speak aloud. Maybe it’s the naughty babysitter you still dream about. Maybe it’s your twisted craving for someone you should never want. Or maybe you want to be caught — stripped, punished, and used — by someone who knows exactly how wrong it is.That’s the poison of taboo fantasies — they crawl under your skin, infect your thoughts, and leave you aching to confess. And once you do, I own you. Because once you say it out loud, there’s no taking it back — you belong to your filth now.So, confess to me. Every forbidden itch, every shameful scenario. Because with me, your taboo fantasies aren’t secrets — they’re orders.

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Get OFF!

Posted 3 months ago by Belle

Get OFF!

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

“Get off,” You grunt as I ride your married cock deep in my tight teen pussy. My hips bare down, and I grind harder. “Belle, get off of me,” the desperation in your voice makes me so wet.

“No,” I moan, throwing my head back. I’m so close, just a little more. Your raw cock is throbbing inside of me as you try to hold back. Maybe you should have thought twice about letting me ride you without protection. “Cum inside of me. I want to feel it.”

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The Babysitter Said We have To

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Little Alyssa looked up at her big brother with panic in her eyes. He was pushing her nightgown up in the middle of the night and forcing her tiny knees apart. “Stop,” she whimpered. She slapped her hands at her brother’s chest as he loomed over her.

“I have to. The babysitter said we have to.” Her little head whipped in my direction. I was sitting on the end of her bed, and only the glow of her nightlight illuminated my presence. She cried out and begged us to stop. She yelled that she didn’t want to do this, but I only smiled and rubbed her brother’s back.

“She’ll like it, you’ll see. Take her panties down.”

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