Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It was a three hour flight. But I needed that time to study my lines. Luckily first class was empty. I had it all to myself. Or so I thought. A sexy gentleman rushed in last minute.

Once up in the air, I ordered a drink. Then I got comfy and grabbed my script. I had gotten a small, recurring role on a soap opera. It had been a lifelong dream. So I was beyond excited. But I was very nervous at the same time. Then I overheard the gentleman talking to the flight attendant. He was also in the film industry. This piqued my curiosity. So I looked over to see if I recognized him. He caught me looking. I was so embarrassed. I’m sure he could tell. He smiled and winked. I felt my heart flutter and my pussy tingle. Who was this this sexy man, I wondered. I just had to know.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

He thought he could handle me. He was confident when we met. The kind of man who thought he’d seen and done it all. “I don’t scare easy,” he said with a cocky smile, sipping his drink. I smirked. “You haven’t met a woman like me yet!” We went back to my place, and I could feel the energy shift as soon as the door closed. He kissed me hard—hands on my hips, tongue demanding. But I let him have his fun… for a minute.

Then I shoved him back against the wall, dropped to my knees, and yanked his pants down. “Still feeling brave?” I asked, stroking him slow, watching his breath skip beats. His hands reached for my hair. I slapped them away. “No touching!” I demanded. That was the first rule. “You don not get to touch the queen until I tell you too.The second came after I dragged him to the bedroom and told him to strip.

He obeyed, surprisingly quiet now. I tied him to the chair—naked, exposed, and so fucking hard he was dripping. “I’m going to ruin you,” I whispered, straddling his lap, grinding against him with just enough friction to drive Continue reading “He Thought He Could Handle Me”

this hunger

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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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

My daydreams during lectures are filled with thoughts of feeling a hard, throbbing cock slide deep into my tight 20-year-old pussy. As the professor drones on about some boring topic, my mind drifts to fantasies of getting fucked. Sitting there surrounded by my classmates, I subtly rub my inner thighs together, imagining fingers or a tongue exploring my wet slit.

I cross and uncross my legs, my short skirt riding up my thighs. I make sure to wear the tiniest thongs so I can feel myself getting aroused. Fuck, I’m so horny! All I can think about is a big dick rubbing against my clit, then plunging into my needy cunt. My nipples stiffen under my thin top and I arch my back slightly, pushing my tits out.

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Cum with Amy

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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abdl

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and I was lounging around the house in my favorite Metallica t-shirt and pink lace panties. My little ABDL buddy had fallen asleep for his afternoon nap, and I was left with a few hours to myself. Now, I have a pretty active social life, if I do say so myself. And one of my most reliable friends is Kevin, a fellow kinkster who shares my love of all things taboo. Kevin is my go-to guy whenever I need a little company, or a little excitement. And on this particular day, I knew he would be just the thing to liven up my quiet afternoon.

So I gave Kevin a call, and he was more than happy to swing by for a visit. “I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” he said, his voice already sounding a little breathless with anticipation. When Kevin arrived, he didn’t even bother to knock. He just let himself in, a mischievous grin on his face. “Well, well, well,” he said, eyeing me up and down. “Looks like someone’s ready for a little fun.”

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sister

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Did we really just do that?” you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. I can’t help but smile at you, my lips curling up into a wicked grin. I take a moment to look around, but everyone around us seems to be blissfully unaware of our little tryst. The crowds are still milling about, enjoying the sights and sounds of the county fair, completely oblivious to the fact that just a few feet away, you just ripped off my clothes and are about to fuck me, your little sister, on a bale of hay.

I can feel the heat radiating off your body, your chest heaving with each breath. I reach out and place my hand on your chest, feeling your heart race beneath my fingertips. “You’re so fucking hot,” I murmur, my lips brushing against your ear. I can feel you shiver at my touch, your body responding to me in ways you can’t control.

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cuck

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve had an interesting week. It involved pizza, questionable life choices, and an experience I can only describe as “unexpectedly empowering.”  It all started with a text. You know, the kind that makes you raise an eyebrow and think, “Did I read that right?” A friend, we’ll call him Bob (because let’s be honest, every story like this involves a Bob), asked me a question that landed somewhere between bizarre and flattering. “Hey, Cory. Do you know anyone who would come over and fuck you while I watch?”

My response? Let’s just say it was less “Dear Abby” and more “YEAH, BABY!” Look, I’m not going to pretend I wasn’t intrigued. Curiosity got the better of me, okay! Besides, who am I to deny a consenting adult their preferences? So, I brought over a friend, popped some popcorn, and prepared for the weirdest Netflix and Chill session of my life. Let me tell you, there’s something strangely liberating about being the center of attention in that kind of scenario. It’s like performance art, but with more kissing. Or maybe less. Not always on the mouth, but definitely on the lips! Depends on your definition of art, I guess.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

Before the world wake ups—some of the dirtiest thoughts hit before the sun even rises. That’s when the real freaks come out to play. When your body’s aching from a dream that made you bite your lip in your sleep… yeah, I know that feeling.
Lucky for you—I’m always available before the world wakes up.

You want to roll over and slide right in without a word? You can. You want to call me while your cock is rock hard under the sheets, or while you’re soaked through those panties? I’m here. You want to tell me every nasty thought running through your mind while you stroke it slow, or while you ride your own fingers? Baby, I’m listening.

I want your morning wood. I want your sleepy, raw, unfiltered need.
You don’t have to hold back with me. You don’t even need to say hello—just let me hear how good you sound when you cum before the birds start chirping. That’s my favorite kind of wake-up call.

We can keep it slow and teasing, or you can fuck me half-awake like you’ve been waiting all night for it. I’ll bend over the kitchen counter while the coffee’s still brewing.

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Mercedes 1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

The night sky was a blanket of stars as we stepped out onto the patio, walking towards the hot tub. Darren, my best friend, looked at me with a mischievous grin. We’d been best friends since we were kids, but over the years, things had started to change. The once innocent friendship had slowly evolved into something more. We both knew it, but neither of us had the courage to admit it. Until tonight.

The booze coursed through my veins, giving me a boldness I wouldn’t normally have. I watched as Darren stripped down to his boxers, his muscular frame glistening in the moonlight. I felt a familiar heat building inside me. “Fuck it,” I muttered under my breath, before reaching behind and unzipping my dress.

Darren’s eyes widened as the fabric pooled around my feet, leaving me in nothing but my lace underwear. “Mercedes,” he breathed, his voice husky. I could see the desire in his eyes, and it only fueled my own.

I stepped towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. “What?” I asked, feigning innocence. “You’ve seen me in a bikini before.” He chuckled, stepping closer until we were just inches apart. “Not like this,”  Continue reading “Hot Tub Sex with My Best Friend”