Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
You don’t want to, but it doesn’t matter. Only her pleasure counts. If it turns her on to watch you suck a cock, then open your fucking mouth.
“I’m not gay!” It doesn’t matter. “I don’t like cock.” No one asked.
*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
For as long as I can remember I’ve been totally addicted to sexy lingerie. So, as you can imagine, my collection is now vast. Perfect for a sissy like you.
I’d love to take you on a tour in person. I could try a few things on, maybe even together since I know how much you love panties. One day we’ll make it happen. But for today, this blog will allow me to paint a picture of my sexy lingerie closet for you.
Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
I lounged against the side of the couch with my sexy feet just off the edge. The naked slave with his hands cuffed behind his back rubbed his aching erection against my nylon calves. “Please, Goddess.” His words were muffled by the hooded mask he wore. I continued to scroll through my phone, ignoring his desperate pleas and drippy cock.
His hips turned to drag his shaft down toward my ankle, and I pointed my toes. Causing a gap between the heel of my stocking-covered foot and the sole of my slutty high heel. The horny toy took advantage immediately. Sliding his wet cock head into the silky opening.
Isabelle 1844-33-CANDY Ext 464
I spent the whole day teasing my neighbor like the slutty bratty girl that I am in my tiny bikini and cut-off shorts as I garden. The way he kept “accidentally” walking by as I kept bending over as I was pulling the weeds was adorable. His wife was home too, which made it even more deliciously naughty.
Tonight I’m feeling particularly bratty and decided to wear my shortest skirt with no panties to the corner bar. keeps looking down when I “accidentally” drop my napkin, and I slowly bend down to pick it up. I’ve already gotten three free drinks in an hour; I swear I’m the luckiest.
Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
It was a nice evening, and I’ve been busting my ass with work, so I thought I deserved a little TLC. This new kinky singles massage club looked enticing. I was waiting in line to get in, and I saw this gorgeous sexy guy sporting a pink crop top.
I started talking to him and we both got in at the same time which meant we got our massages together. There were tables set up and massage oils laying around. I wanted some sensual lavender vanilla; it got me so horny and worked up.
Next, he picked out a coffee scent which opened up the pores, and it was such a manly scent. The hormones were flowing and I couldn’t help myself. I walked closer to him and ran my hands up and down his body. I said, “I love it when you wear crop tops, makes it so much easier to put my hands up your shirt.”
Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403
The circus came through town and even though I’m a bit older now, I still get excited. I just love the circus! So, I bought my ticket and grabbed popcorn and cotton candy and began to wander around the tents. I had no idea that this trip to the circus would end me enduring forced creepy clown sex.
As I was wandering around, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Suddenly, a gloved hand was clapped over my mouth and I was dragged into the back of the nearest tent. When I took a breath and stopped struggling, I found myself surrounded by three creepy clowns!
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
Dr. Julie, I want you to be my sex therapist. It sounds like you’re exactly what I’ve been needing. I’m basically in a sexless marriage. I’ve lost my confidence and just feel like I’m in a rut. She has broken me down for so long that I feel like I can never be good enough for her or anyone else. She’s so vanilla and I was too. But after everything she’s put me through, I have a strong desire to explore my sexuality. I have an urge to try new, exciting things. The thought of it is more arousing than you can even imagine. I know I can tell you anything and you’re not going to judge me. That’s what I need. I need someone that is excited to help me fulfill all of my fantasies and fetishes no matter how naughty, dirty, or kinky they are.
I couldn’t help but notice how just talking about it made him so hard in his pants. So I asked him where he would like to start. He told me that he had always been curious about anal play. I was hoping he would say that, and I couldn’t contain my excitement.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Daddy is really strict when it comes to what I wear. Every day, he inspects my outfit and I can’t leave the house without his approval. The other day, I snuck out when he wasn’t home. I was wearing nothing more than a tight black tube top, a matching skirt that barely covered my ass, and sheer black thong. All was well until my idiot brother saw me with a much older guy and told Daddy about it.
Daddy was waiting for me when I got home. “It’s just an outfit, Dad.” I said, as I walked past him to get to my room. “Just an outfit?” He stated, furiously. “This isn’t a game, Amber. Stop being a little bitch.” I cackled and he grabbed my wrist, holding me back. “Turn around.” His face was stone cold as he said it. I hesitated. “What? Why?”
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
From the moment Daniel sat down, the silver wedding band on his finger seemed to mock me. He’d come to me for anxiety, but as I looked into his worried eyes, I saw a much deeper, more potent need. I saw a craving for release and surrender that married life could never possibly provide. I offered him my most reassuring, professional smile, all while concocting a plan to make him forget all about the woman waiting for him at home.
Initially, I convinced myself this was a form of radical therapy. A way to unlock the part of him he kept chained away by duty and expectation. After all, wasn’t my job to guide my clients to their truest desires? I certainly saw it that way! As I began the induction, and my voice dropped to that low and melodic cadence that had crumbled so many wills before his, I knew I was doing him a service. I was liberating him.
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
Bargain hunting and thrifting are like my favorite weekend hobbies. I love grabbing a coffee and driving around the oldest towns in the south, looking for antique shops. The more obscure the better. Plus, you can’t beat the scenery. My galpal Jessica and I were on such an adventure last weekend when we ran into a side-of-the-road swap shop thing. It looked rough on the outside. Junk was piled high on all sides of the building, and something in me just tingled! These wrecked old places sometimes are hiding things you didn’t know you needed! I knew I would find a treasure inside the disaster. I had no clue it would be a pair of milking panties for my husband!