loser

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My phone buzzed on the counter, startling me out of my morning scroll. “Hey, it’s Scott. Got a new phone and wanted you to have my number.” Scott…SCOTT?! My mind did a full-body cringe. “Um, why?” I muttered to the empty kitchen. Not just why send it, but why bother letting me know? The memory of why we weren’t together ambushed me, as it always did, though the sharp edges had dulled to a dull ache of annoyance.

Scott had lost his job early last year. Not that he was fired, not that he quit for something better, he just floundered. And then he spent MONTHS moping around our apartment, turning into this hollow shell of a man, expecting me to magically fix everything and support us both. UGH, it was overwhelming. And so, so frustrating. Every day was a weight, an anchor dragging me down. I just needed an escape, you know? A breath. A moment where I wasn’t carrying the entire world on my shoulders.

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

“You’re always fighting me, you know I love that!” he chuckled. I giggled, leaning forward pressing my head into the pillow. Totally stuffed, I moved my hips backwards as he fucked me. Thrusting deeper and deeper in my pussy. I moaned aloud, holding myself up, legs parted.

He was so faded and so was I, so the sex felt very intense and passionate. I didn’t care, I was still angry. My day was spent on my knees and I had nothing to show for it.

We entered the home, a very nice standard suburban home. I was ushered to the kitchen where two men stood. One smoking a cigar and the both of them drinking. Both men were surely older in age and I was only wearing a bikini, his request. We all had drinks and shared conversation by the backyard pool.

He motioned for me to come with him and so I did. In the kitchen he told me those two men were really set financially and they wanted me so they would pay to fuck. Not together but apart. Taking turns. He set the date.

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Medical Cum Extraction

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My white lab coat hung open, exposing my giant tits that threatend to spill over my bra. I’m not sure if the patient was able to focus on my tits, with much more pressing matters at hand. The boy was strapped down to the gurney, his legs spread wide in stirrups and his hands restrained over his head to keep them out of the way.

“I’ll rub on this numbing gel and you shouldn’t feel the shiny tip at all.” I smiled watching him pant. “You aren’t nervous, are you?” My latex-gloved hands slathered the cool gel over his scrotum, and he whined.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I was feeling so pent up after a long week at my college internship. All I could think about was my Daddy coming over later to take care of his needy little girl for a naughty night of fun!

As the doorbell rang, my heart raced with anticipation. I opened the door in nothing but a skimpy tank top and tiny cotton panties. “Daddy, you’re here!” I squealed with delight, wrapping my arms around his neck.

He scooped me up effortlessly, his strong hands groping my pert behind. “There’s my baby girl,” he growled, carrying me to the bed. He tossed me on the bed and I giggled as I bounced. Daddy liked me playful.

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Hot and Wet

Posted 2 months ago by Diana

Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s a scorching summer day and I’m feeling so hot and bothered, I can hardly bear it. The temperature has been climbing all week, topping 90 degrees for days on end. There’s no relief from the oppressive heat. I’m sweating everywhere, my clothes clinging to my damp skin as I walk outside.

I long for a cool breeze to caress my flushed cheeks and quench my parched throat. But it’s just me against the thick, muggy air. I arrive home from my errands, wilted and weary. The moment I walk in, I strip off my sundress, eager to feel some relief.

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Tiny Little Make-Out Session

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208

He’s no taller than my pinkie, but I love nothing more than our tiny little make-out sessions. I love how his miniature body feels against my giant lips. To prepare for our session, I sit at my vanity and tap my nails along the polished wood surface. The rapping sound alerts my little playmate that I’m here. Large bulbs line the vanity mirror, highlighting my reflection and showcasing how large I am compared to my make-out partner. There is no hiding from me under such magnificent lighting.

Carefully, I reach for the lid on my jewelry box and up springs the pretty ballerina. She twirls shakily on her tip toes to a beautifully haunting melody. The little square mirror inside is old, and splotches are missing from years of staring beyond the tiny dancer. My shiny lip gloss tube slowly begins to lift, and I smile. “There you are,” I coo down into the small sections of the jewelry box.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

My little brother knows he’s supposed to knock on the bathroom door when it’s closed before he just bursts inside.  Today, he didn’t even know and just came right into the bathroom when I was getting dressed after my shower.  I screamed at him to get out immediately.  He panicked and covered his eyes and spun in a circle just yelling how sorry he was for bursting into the bathroom.  But I could see the little twerp was peeking through his fingers and looking at my boobs!  I yelled at him to stop looking at me and to get out of the bathroom right that second.  Then I told him I was telling Mommy Anna on him for being a naughty perv!

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Stephanie 844-332-2639 Ext 454

“I can wait, I just want to watch you,” he admitted, looking me up and down. I giggled while lying naked in front of him. I had my dildo in hand and lube to my right. He sat stroking his cock watching me. After applying some lube to the dildo I started to massage and finger my pussy. I stretched out lying on my back, raised my legs and slowly slid it in my pussy. I moaned, sliding it in and out. “Yeah do that, fuck that pussy for me”

“Now bend over in front of me, I want to see your ass…keep fucking that pussy” I positioned myself in front of him sticking my ass out, bending at the waist. Sliding the thick dildo in and out I could feel him moving closer from behind me. “Damn, that’s a nice view,” he said.

I felt him right behind me now, pressed against my ass. He reached for my dildo and started to assist me, guiding it in and out. “I want you to beg me for it, lay down” I laid down and looked him in the eyes.

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My Big Tits

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

We’re all the luckiest ladies here because we get to have fun with you sexy Tomsin men. From the cucks to the sissies I love them all. But I especially appreciate the ones who love my big tits.

Ok fine, technically it’s rare for me to meet a man who doesn’t love my big tits. I honestly think it’s only happened once in my experience. So, I think it’s safe to say that pretty much all straight men love them. I have a feeling you’re a bit different though, aren’t you? Because you completely worship them.
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Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today, I was going to get what I wanted—one way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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