Older Brother's Friends

By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Without sports, my older brother and his friends are going stir-crazy. Most years, he plays football, and my mom is like the team mom. She has all the boys over all the time, and I never complain cus the older they get, the fucking better looking they get.

This year has been so weird! They have no practice, no games, no nothing. My mom, bless her, invited last year’s team over for a bit of football in our yard. I sat on the porch and watched those growing, sweaty boys tackle each other repeatedly.

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Ass For Gas

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Look, I’m not very good with money, okay? So I spent the day out of the house, driving around and shopping. I went from one side of town to the other and then wanted to go back to a store on the other side. So I got a coffee, waited in the long-ass drive-through line, and drove all the way back. It’s been getting hotter, so I left the car running with the A.C on while I shopped. I mean, who doesn’t like a chill car when you get back from trying on a ton of outfits?

On my way home, the stupid orange gas light came on. Daddy normally fills the tank for me, but I guess his dumbass forgot. So I whipped my pretty little car into the gas station and parked at the pump. It’s been forever since I pumped my gas, so I was shocked when I saw the price per gallon! Are you fucking kidding me?!

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safe

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Oh, hey, hi! It’s me, Daddy’s little chunka monka, Krysta! I’m new and ravenous for the sweet treat in your pants. My Daddy is away and this naughty princess is now at play. Like anything in life that you could over-indulge, when you call me up, someone is going to need a safe word and it isn’t me! Do you have one in place or should I pick one for you?

Make sure you pick carefully. I wouldn’t want our sexy time to come to an end before we are both satisfied.

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Mr. Hotstuff

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

We met at the gym. No, I wasn’t working out! I was going to the tanning booth. They let you have unlimited access to the beds when you have a gym membership, which I don’t but the guy manning the front desk lets me suck his dick for a little UV light time.

Anyway, the gym was where I met Mr. Hotstuff. He was tall, handsome, and covered in sweat, just the kinda guy I like to turn into a Daddy for me to play with. He couldn’t resist my giggles and pigtail twirling, he asked me out for dinner that night and of course, I agreed.

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