Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228
Sexy teen tease Avery should really be my name. Because honestly, I think I was born to be a cock tease. I’ve always been a natural tease and I’m very proud of that fact.
Daddy used to tell me that I could get any man to do anything I wanted, just with right look and my cute little giggles. Now that I’m older I know he was right because I can get any man to do anything for me.
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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Mommy’s panty boy loved to help with the laundry when he was little. He was such a good little Mommy’s helper. He would hand mommy the delicates to hang outside on the clothesline. Then when they were dry, he always wanted to fold them. Mommy noticed how he would admire his little sister’s panties. Then one day he asked her why boys have to wear plain ugly underwear while girls got to wear beautiful underwear. Mommy felt bad that she hadn’t gotten him cuter underwear like the kind with superheroes or other characters on them. But she did always get his sister cute little lacy princess panties and all kinds of other girly panties with flowers, hearts, and rainbows on them.
So one day Mommy decided to take him shopping for cute little boy’s underwear. He was so excited. But the minute they got inside the store, he was pulling Mommy towards the girl’s section. Mommy said no, the little boy’s underwear is this way. And she headed towards the boy’s section. He started to cry and say no. But Mommy reassured him that they would have some really cute underwear for boys. And they did!
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
My usual detached composure faltered the moment he introduced himself. “Good evening, I’m Liam, and I’ll be your server tonight.” “Stella,” I managed, my voice a little huskier than I intended. “Nice to meet you, Liam.” He was tall, with a lean build that stretched the fabric of his black uniform a little too perfectly across his chest and shoulders.
There was a spark, a subtle flirtation in his gaze that mirrored my own. I found myself lingering over my order, asking unnecessary questions about the drink list, just to keep him at the table for a few moments longer. I’d catch his eye from across the room, and he’d offer a quick, knowing smile before attending to another table. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.
He talked about the specials with a passion that made me want to order everything, even the things I didn’t usually like. His hands, as he poured my drink, were long and elegant, with just a hint of muscle. My imagination ran wild, painting scenarios that had no business existing in a crowded public restaurant. He was just doing his job, I reminded myself, but my body wasn’t listening. My pussy was throbbing. A delicious, unbearable ache that could only be soothed by one thing…Liam’s cock.
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
One must be careful and alert when hiking through the Appalachia woods. There live many type of cryptids and one never know when she’ll accidentally stumble upon one. I hiked a trail one sunny summer day. Lost in the feel of the forest around me. I love the press of the trees enclosing me in the lush greenery of themselves and the fauna on the forest floor beneath my feet. Distracted by the natural beauty around me, I suddenly heard the unexpected snap of a twig nearby. I stopped and listened more closely to determine whether it might be other hikers enjoying the amazing energetic day. But as I listened intently and looked around me, I caught a movement out of the corner of my eye. By the time I’d fully turned my attention toward the movement, a Sasquatch had stepped out from behind a tree about eight feet in front of me.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I had only worked at the hotel for a few days before I started completing room service turndowns by myself. My mentoring Maid had shown me the procedures and felt we would get the rooms cleaned quicker if we split the work up and did the rooms solo instead of together. A divide and conquer technique.
I had knocked as I did on every door before this one, but you didn’t respond. So I assumed the room was empty and slid my master key card into the lock. As I walked into the room, I picked up a discarded towel and slung it over my arm, then walked around the corner to see how much work the room would need. I was shocked to find you still lying in bed, sleeping on your back, with the blankets tangled around your hips. I should have turned around and slipped the “do not disturb” sign on your door. But your cock was rock hard and begging for attention.
Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
There was this boy I used to date. He was into having sex on trampolines. The first time, we were at his house. He suggested that we go outside and lay on the trampoline under the stars. It was a crisp fall evening. The sky was so clear, and the stars were so bright. We were cuddled up with cozy, soft blankets and pillows. It was really romantic. That night it was sensual and sweet. I felt like it was a special first time for us. What I didn’t realize is that it was only the beginning. The next time, we were at his house during the day. Again, he suggested we go out and lay on the trampoline. I thought since we had such a magnificent time the first night, he just wanted to recreate that. I giggled and reminded him that it was dark last time. This time all of the neighbors will be able to see us. But he was serious and adamant about the fact that he wanted to do it. I just wanted to make him happy and get it out of his system. So I agreed. This time it got crazier.
Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454
I didn’t realize I was this tipsy until I felt his grip on my hair lifting my head swiftly and effortlessly pulling me to him. He gripped my hair turning my head until I was facing him, his lips planted onto mine.
He lifted himself halfway, pulled his pants down to his ankles and then sat. “Why don’t you finish what you started.” he said. The streetlight gave the empty parking lot an eerie feeling that I found sexy, my focus completely on him and his lustful stare. And why not? Finish what I started?
I slipped my stockings and panties down bent over in front of him showing off a bit, flashing him. I felt his hand caress my ass then moving between my legs from my pussy to my anus. “Come sit.” he said softly. I turned my head backed up some and then sat slowly onto his cock. I felt him enter me slowly, I moaned aloud.
I lowered myself completely, he wrapped an arm around my waist. I took both hands, gripped the edges of the bench and then started to slightly bounce on his cock.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
They call my place “The Sanctuary,” though some regulars lovingly whisper “Cory’s Corner of Bliss.” This isn’t your typical chain spa with weird music and generic oils. My space is more intimate, filled with the scent of sandalwood and a quiet hum of understanding. My clients, mostly men in their late 30s and beyond, come here for something more specific. Something they can’t find just anywhere.
My standard massage is good, really good. I’ve got hands that can melt knots you didn’t even know you had. But what truly sets me apart, what brings them back, is the “Comfort Care” add-on. It’s my little secret, a unique service that caters to a very particular kind of release. When a client opts for Comfort Care, I see their eyes light up a little, a mix of apprehension and quiet longing. That’s when I bring out the softest, thickest of adult diapers. It’s never forced, always an offered choice, explained delicately as a way to fully surrender, to shed the burdens of adulthood, even just for an hour.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
I met Mike at a private party, where I was working as a professional tease. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes that held an intensity I found irresistible. I was wearing a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination, and beneath it, a pair of silky black pantyhose. I could see the desire burning in his eyes as I strutted towards him, my hips swaying seductively. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, running my hands over my curves.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving my body. I laughed softly, then reached out and grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh. “Feel that?” I whispered, as his fingers traced the delicate pattern of the pantyhose. “That’s what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?” He nodded again. I could feel his dick straining against his pants, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. After leading him to an oversized lounge chair, I pushed him down onto it and climbed on top of him. I straddled his waist, my pussy just inches from his throbbing cock.
Jailyn 1844-332-2639 Ext. 408
We all know what race has the best and biggest cocks. The black man cock is the best! Are you pretending to be straight and act like you love pussy, well you can’t hide it from me. I know how bad you crave a BBC stretching out your holes, fucking your mouth like the secret black cock sucker you are. Who is my little faggot you! I want to watch you take that BBC like the little weak pathetic loser you are. I want to hear you tell me how much you love cock secretly. Why can’t you just be honest and tell everyone the truth? Huh, you don’t want your whole family finding that you love big black dicks! You know you want it, you need, and you crave it!