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Think fast! You’re my ride share driver after a long night out getting clubbing and making myself horny. Would you rather get 5 stars or use 3 holes? My favorite kind of drivers know they can get both. I climb into the backseat of your car in a skin tight dress that already makes your cock excited. It’s so short that it rides up my thighs when I sit. You can see my pretty lace thong peaking between my thighs every time my legs shift a little bit. But of course, you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation until I give you no choice.  Continue reading “Milan’s Naughty Ass Fucking in the Backseat” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just discovered a new obsession with macrame. So when I saw a macrame plant hanger class, I had to sign up. I imagined a group of older ladies. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Most of the people taking the class were in their twenties and thirties, including a few guys.There was a handful of women in their forties and fifties. But the biggest shocker of all was the teacher. I assumed a macrame plant hanger class would be taught by an older hippie woman. That’s what I get for assuming. The teacher looked like one of those male models on the cover of a romance novel. You know the type. Tall, tanned, and muscular with long sunbleached golden hair blowing in the wind. Well, in this case it was getting blown by the fan. But you know what I mean.

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Daddy’s Girl

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Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455

There’s something incredibly exciting about having a daddy tell me what and when to do something. All I want to do is please him even when it’s not something I want to do. He could force me to do anything and I would still have a smile on my face. 

People often think the appeal is about obedience, as a daddy’s girl I think it’s about getting my pussy filled. If daddy wants it I’m giving it to him. It’s about knowing that Daddy takes charge, and there is no such word as no in the dictionary when he is around.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I recently met a guy named Mark at the local amusement park. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and entirely too tense. He was trying his best to chat me up in line, but as soon as we were suspended at the top of the roller coaster, he became strangely quiet. “You’re trembling, Mark,” I murmured, slightly amused by how timid he suddenly appeared. He swallowed hard. “It’s just…it’s a long drop, Amber.”

“Is it?” I turned my head slowly, looking him in the eye entirely unbothered. “Look at me.” He hesitated, then slowly turned his head. His eyes were wide and darting from side to side, probably looking for the type of reassurance that I wasn’t going to provide. My fingers traced the line of his jaw before settling firmly on his chin. I didn’t pull him close, I just held his head in place, forcing him to keep his gaze locked with mine.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I never expected to be attracted to my stepson, but I suppose stranger things have happened. It all started one evening when it was just the two of us at home. I decided to open a bottle of red and gave him a few sips as a treat, while we sat on the patio in our yard. Every time he leaned in to say something to me, his cologne made my pulse jump in a way that felt entirely forbidden and wildly addictive. Thankfully, my husband had no idea I was lusting after his son.

There was a thrill in the air that made my skin prickle with anticipation, as if I were a character in a movie who had finally decided to ignore the script and improvise the most scandalous scene in the entire film. He seemed to get the hint and flirted with me a little, which only made things feel more intense. He looked at me with a mixture of raw curiosity and unabashed admiration, and for a fleeting moment, I forgot about things like mortgages, career stress, and the boring weight of parental responsibility.

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Nadia 1844-332-2639 ext. 377

I didn’t expect my day to turn out like this. I was on the train I just had a long day at the bank, and I was ready to go home. Before I went to crash, I decided to get a martini from the bar outside of my apartment. Before I stepped into the bar a man taps me on the shoulder. “Hey, you’re so beautiful! I saw you on the train and I had to come and introduce myself “. I was flattered. He was tall, with blonde hair and boyishly good looks. He offered to pay for my drink, and we had a conversation in the bar for 3 hours, I forgot how exhausted I was from doing transactions all day and dealing with the public. After the bar we both were starving so we decided to get Chinese food, and he was such a gentleman. After dinner, we decided to take a stroll in the park on that lovely summer afternoon. The weather was nice and sunny, and the mood was just right. The park had benches so after we walked, we decided to sit down and chat.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

I have always believed lips can say a lot without speaking. A soft smile, a teasing grin, or the way someone presses their lips together while thinking can completely change the energy in a room. For me, lipstick has always been connected to confidence and feeling attractive.

One of my favorite parts of getting ready is taking my time with my makeup. I love sitting in front of the mirror, applying moisturizer first, then carefully outlining my lips before filling them in slowly. I usually choose deeper pinks, glossy reds, or soft neutral shades depending on my mood.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

 

Do you have a go-to snack in the kitchen? Something a little sweet, that can be grabbed out of a jar, and eaten quickly as you do other things. Mine is marshmallows or chocolate chips. Both are easy to eat on the go, and satisfy, albeit temporarily, a sweet tooth. Imagine my surprise when a friend came over who had never indulged in a sweet snack from the cupboard.

“What are you doing?” My friend asked as I popped a handful of marshmallows in my mouth.

“Having a snack?” I responded, glancing over at my friend across the island countertop. “Would you like some?” I stretched my hand out, offering a handful of nearly gooey marshmallows to him.

“I’ve never had these. What are they?” He gingerly picks one up and gives it an experimental squeeze.

“You’ve never had marshmallows before?” I was dumbfounded.

“No. Growing up we ate mostly rice and vegetables. Occasionally we’d get to have meat. What is a marshmallow?” He responded, continuing to squish the malleable treat in his fingers.

“It’s kind of sweet? Sort of chewy and gooey. It’s very sticky when it melts.” I tried to describe it. I had no clue what…

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, why can’t I get enough?” I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“She will let me eat her pussy for hours and it’s still not enough. Am I addicted to eating pussy? What is wrong with me? Is there anyone else in the world like this? Am I weird?”

He went on to tell me that when she sleeps or leaves the house, he rummages through the dirty clothes hamper to retrieve her dirty panties. Then he sucks them clean while he masturbates. And when there are no more dirty panties, he begins to panic. The days she won’t let him eat her pussy are torture. He goes through withdrawals. Then he told me that there have even been times through the years when he tasted other men’s cum in her panties. But he said the crazy part was that it turned him on so much. He would actually hope she was out fucking someone else. His cock would get so hard in anticipation. And his absolute ultimate fantasy was when he would taste another man’s cum in her pussy while he was eating it.

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Working all day long, you deserve a good cock swallowing. Your day is so stressful. You need a warm mouth that can melt away all the stress at night. I have one waiting for you right here.

I’ve been craving the taste of you all day. I’m already on my knees, ready for my meal when you come home. I got addicted to the salty taste of man milk, and you’re my favorite supplier. My mouth waters when I imagine your legs spread in front of me and that throbbing cock standing at attention in my face. The feminine desire to worship your power is overwhelming. Every swollen, sensitive inch deserves to be tickled and tasted. 

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