Pay For My Pot Of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love it when payday falls around St. Patrick’s Day. It’s just so fitting. Legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures who like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Are you a man with violent tendencies? Then you’re a man who need an outlet for those needs and urges.  Take a look at me and know that you need to look no further.  I might be petite but I’m not fragile.  I don’t mind if you get a little rough.  In fact, you can get more than a little rough with me.  Sometimes one just needs to engage in a fast and hard rage fucking to take a care of those violent desires.  Do you want me to fight back and return your rage with scratches and pulling your hair while you pound me mercilessly?  Or perhaps you want me more vulnerable and helpless, all tied up unable to stop you from doing whatever you want.

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Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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College Boys

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It was spring break recently and I had some college boys in my house. My stepson came home for the week and brought one of his friends, Jake, with him.

Now you all know how much I love college boys so having Jake here was very tempting. I tried my best to be a good “mom” to the boys, but it was hard to keep my feelings to myself. So let me tell you about one of the encounters I had with my college boys last week.

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Julie 844-322-2639 Ext 453

I noticed that my panty drawer was messed up Dr. Julie. At first I thought that I was imagining things. But it continued. So I decided to set up a secret camera. Sure enough I saw my husband come out of the bathroom naked. He went straight over to my dresser. But he didn’t go to the panty drawer. He went to my sock drawer. At the back I have cable knit knee socks that I haven’t worn since high school. He pulled out the pastel pink pair. I watched him get so freaking hard as he pulled them on. Then he went tip toe prancing back over to my dresser. Then he went rummaging through my panty drawer. He was just trying to find the panties that matched the socks best. No wonder it was so messed up. He was rummaging around like crazy. He finally found some. And put them on. He didn’t stop there though. I didn’t think it could get worse. But it did. He went over to my freaking nightstand. And he got my dildo out! Then he sat down on our chaise lounge. He pulled his panties to the side.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.

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Trinity 1-844-332-2639 ext 285

I am laying here owned an exposed. I should be ashamed. Embarrassed. But that’s what makes it so fucking hot. Here I am on my knees, exactly where I belong, hands tied behind my back, naked, vulnerable—his to use, to mock, to break. He paces around me, eyes dark with amusement, lips curled into that cocky smirk that makes me weak. “Look at you!” he chuckles, tilting my chin up with two fingers. “So desperate! So pathetic. You are such a worthless piece of crap!”

*SMACK*…….My face burns, but my thighs clench. I love it. I crave it.

He drags a thumb over my bottom lip, teasing, taunting. “You’d do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” I nod, swallowing hard. “Say it!” “I’d do anything for you,” I whisper, my voice shaky, needy. “Anything, huh?” He unzips his pants, letting his cock pop free—thick, heavy, dripping. He strokes it slowly, watching me, knowing I can’t look away. “Bet you’d open that pretty mouth without me even asking.” Fuck. I do. I part my lips, tongue flicking out, already aching for the taste of him. The taste of his big fat white cock in my filthy mouth. He laughs, tapping the Continue reading “Owned and Exposed” →

Let Me Give It To You

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

You’ve been married for what? Five, seven, ten years, plus? How many of those have you been the one initiating sex? How many years of wedded bliss have you been the one on top or giving it to her from behind while your lazy wife just takes it? Aren’t you tired, baby? Isn’t your dick read to be selfish?

Let me give it to you. Lay down and relax. It’s time for Valerie to do all the work.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

Our girl’s night out turned into a night we will never forget. My friends and I were so excited. A new club was opening downtown. We wanted to see if we could get in. So we wore our sluttiest little dresses. Finals were over and we were ready to party. The door men/bouncers were so hot. It was so perfect. Three of them and three of us. We started flirting with them and working our magic on them. It worked. They were so into us. Luckily, they let us in. I’m not sure what got into us that night. But we were out of control. We were flirting with everyone. Getting free drinks left and right. Dancing and feeling so good all night. Before we knew it, they were calling “Last Call”. We started panicking. Not wanting the night to end. We were trying to find some guys to buy our last drinks. Then the door guy I was flirting with came over. He told me that they wanted us to stay until they get off. They wanted to buy us drinks. I was so excited to tell my friends. They were in. Soon they were off and ordering drinks.

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Sweaty Armpit Sex

Posted 1 month ago by Lea

Sweaty Armpit Sex

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

Y’all boys be some freaks, I tell ya. I caught Tre watching me real hard while I hauled my fat ass up the stairmaster at the gym. Now, I was holding on for dear life, pulling myself up that devil machine, just huffin’ and puffin’. Sweating like a whore in service, if you know what I mean but Mama was getting in that cardio.

Tre is a young man with a reputation for being a freaky playa. I tried to ignore his gaze, but when his tongue swiped along his lower lip and he rubbed his hands together, I knew it was on. I shut off that work out machine and trotted my happy ass into the locker room to find out exactly what kinda freaky deaky stuff got Tre off.

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