Smiling blonde MILF

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I’m one of those moms who struggle to keep Christmas gifts a surprise; I don’t know WHY I get so excited to make my friends and family happy. It’s impossible to shop early because I’ll end up spoiling the surprise. It’s too hard for me to wait until Christmas morning!

This year, my son is at that awkward age when buying for him isn’t as easy as it used to be. He is no longer into toys or action figures, but he’s too young for those costly electronics that all his friends’ parents are buying their kids. Picking out the perfect gift for him was difficult until I decided to give him something I know he’s been wanting.

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Long Leg Fetish

Long Leg Fetish

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When I was growing up, my aunt used to tell me how lucky I was to be a ‘leggy blonde.’ It didn’t make sense to me until I was much older, when I realized all the benefits of being precisely what she said. “Leggy.” These long, smooth stems lure boys like the flame calls to the moth.

They flutter forward, hoping for warmth and protection, and then find themselves aflame. While the lust for my legs burns just as hot as the moth’s flickering flame, it’s only half as dangerous. My victims often escape with their lives and a recurring lust for my long legs.

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butt plug

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Recently, I stumbled upon a quaint little shop. “Sweets and Treats” was written in bold, colorful letters above the door. The aroma of sugary delights wafted out into the chilly air drew me in like a magnet. Inside, I found a treasure trove of Christmas candy, with jars of gummies, bins of chocolates, and trays of sugary cookies. YUM! My mouth watered in anticipation!

But, as I made my way deeper into the shop, I began to notice something was a bit…off. Amidst the candy canes and gingerbread men, there were other, more unusual items on display. At first, I thought they were just cleverly designed candies, but as I took a closer look, I realized that they were actually sex toys, cleverly disguised as sweets! There were gummy men with rather surprising protrusions, lollipops that were clearly designed for a very different kind of sucking, and candy canes that looked like they would be better used as butt plugs than tasty treats.

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Alexus brings a free use slut

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It’s not unusual for someone hosting a party to ask the guests to bring a dish or a bottle of something. However, I have a signature item I bring to every party I attend. My free use slut just loves to be the center of attention. So he always tags along as my “one item” for everyone to share.

I blindfold him before we get in the car so that he has no idea where we are going or who will be there when we get there. He doesn’t need to know when he’ll get fucked or who will be fucking him. As my free use slut, those things are up to me to decide.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

It’s that time of year again. My friend’s annual company Christmas party. It all started when he first joined the real estate firm several years ago. I was his date to his first Christmas party, and I’ve been his date every year since. He told me that I was his good luck charm. His boss and his boss’ wife love me, like really love me. The industry itself is drenched in sleeping your way to the top. But this firm in particular is over the top. Let’s just say that the boss’ wife didn’t become the highest producing agent in the city by chance. And the craziest part is that her husband loves it. It turns him on that she’s a nymphomaniac that loves to fuck everybody. He really loves it when he gets to watch. So every year they try to get me to go home with them. But this year got crazier than ever!

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Holiday Sub

kinky

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My darling sub was kneeling on the cold floor, exactly where I told him to wait. I had added a little touch for the holiday season…two tiny silver bells attached near the buckle. Every small movement he made gave a soft, delightful jingle. Ting. Ting. It was the sound of my ownership.

He kept his head bowed and his body tense. He knew the rules. I walked around him slowly as my heels clicked on the hardwood. I didn’t need rope tonight, I needed presentation. “Look up, Darling,” I commanded. His eyes met mine.

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nipple play Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Liam was frantic when he finally showed up for our play date. He was always a little sweaty, but this time he was breathing hard. When I asked, he said it was because he ran all the way to my house, but I like to think it was really just a mix of adrenaline and paranoia from sneaking around. He was, after all, my best friend’s brother.

“I only have forty minutes, Amber. Seriously,” he whispered, backing me against the door and already burying his face in my neck. “Forty minutes is plenty for the main event,” I purred, pushing him back slightly so I could appreciate the view. Liam is a bit of a walking contradiction. He’s a quiet, bookish engineer by day, and a total submission demon by night.

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naughty neighbor

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

My new neighbor moved in the other day. I watched him struggle with a massive sectional sofa for an embarrassing amount of time before approaching him. I wanted him sweaty and a little out of breath. My initial move was classic because it’s always effective: the overly dramatic “lost valuable” scam. For the purposes of “research” (research, being specifically for my wet, throbbing pussy of course), I dramatically misplaced my favorite, irreplaceable, and currently non-existent diamond earring somewhere near his threshold.

“Oh, sir! I’m so dreadfully sorry, but I think the heirloom my great-grandmother gifted me has rolled under your welcome mat!” He immediately stopped struggling with the sofa and scrambled to help me search, completely missing the fact that my entire body language was screaming, “Forget the the diamond, let’s just make poor choices immediately with our clothes off.”

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domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

People ask me, constantly, why I do this. It is about understanding the fundamental truth of the human psyche: how much they desire the total absence of responsibility. For me, being a Domme—la Déesse, if you prefer the proper terminology—is the only way I can truly breathe. Everything else is noise. But when someone kneels before me, the world outside vanishes. There is only the weighted silence of utter obligation.

I love the control, of course. Who wouldn’t love the knowledge that a single, slow lift of my eyebrow can shatter a man’s composure? But that’s just the starting point. The real allure is what comes after the initial submission: the raw trust. They put themselves and their entire emotional landscape into my hands. They need me to be sharper, wiser, and crueler than they are capable of being themselves.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

The big feast is over, and there’s so much leftover. Meats and pies. Cookies and cakes. Breads in all different flavors, these people go all out and cook way too much! The family is still hanging around with no motivation to drive themselves back home anytime soon. It’s so hard to find time to fuck with so many people in the house, but I’m such a horny girl that I’m determined to carve out some leftover fucking time! I think the best time to do the deed would be when everyone piles into the car to go Black Friday shopping.

We can say we want to stay behind to help organize the leftovers and make turkey sandwiches for everyone when they return from a full day of shopping for steals and deals.

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