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.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
After a fun day of walking the strip, my muscles screamed for relief. It’d been a while since I visited Vegas, and I forgot how long the strip really is. My poor feet were so sore. The hotel’s jacuzzi seemed like a good way to melt away some of the tension, so after dropping off all my souvenirs in the room, I tied my little pink bikini and grabbed a towel. Then, I made my way to the indoor pool, where the jacuzzi was steaming and bubbly.
I was surprised to have the place all to myself, but I didn’t think much of it as I dipped my toes in to test the temperature and slide under the water’s surface. My body relaxed back against the edge of the tub, with the jets pulsing over my lower back. Then, I let my head rest against the cool tile and closed my eyes.
Kayla 844-33-CANDY EXT 357
My snow pants were wet from where I’d been sitting in the snowbank, watching Jake try to figure out how to balance on his snowboard. I curled my gloved fingers in front of my mouth. Trying to blow hot air on them to try to warm them up. We’d been out here for hours trying to enjoy the fresh powder, and we hadn’t even gotten off the baby slopes.
Looking over towards the bigger trails, I longed to be over there. I wanted to glide down the mountain while leaning my weight back and forth. Such a freeing feeling but no. Here I sat in the mother fucking snow, watching Jake fall to his knees over and over. “Wanna give it a rest?” I ask hopefully. We came up here for a romantic weekend in the mountains at a luxurious ski resort but should have just stayed in bed. He shook his head and muffled something about almost having it. Sure, he did. A tall, lean snowboarder with colored goggles sped down the piste and skirted the snowflakes to stop right in front of me.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The man sitting beside me with my feet in his lap isn’t my boyfriend. He’s a friend of a friend, nothing more than a tool to arouse the man who matters most to me. Every nudge of my toes against his swelling cock brings me one step closer to fulfilling my boyfriend’s fantasy.
I smile when his fingers curl around my delicate ankle and his thumb swipes down my sole. He’s pulling the ball of my foot against the shaft of his cock, and I know he wants more. My fingers swipe along the keyboard of my cell, “Tell me you want me to fuck him.”
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
My high heels swung from my right hand as I padded my bare feet down the hotel hallway. Last night’s dress was a tad bit more rumpled from spending the night on a stranger’s floor, and my hair probably looked how the rest of me felt—wrecked. I smiled at the maid, who was gawking at me as I passed. She’s the one who brings breakfast to my boyfriend and me’s room each morning, so she must know I missed it this morning.
My boyfriend is on a work trip out of town, and I love tagging along. It’s a chance to have a new adventure in a new city. Another opportunity to have a new cock, while he is busy making me money. What’s not to like?
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The guy I’ve been dating is a big fisherman. He recently bought a really sexy speed boat and made some excuse that he wanted to have a comfortable place for me to sunbathe when I went out on the boat with him. Most often, I have no desire to be out there with him and the bait, but then he mentioned he was bringing along his fishing buddy this weekend.
The man who tags along with him is sexy as hell! He’s married, but he is a huge flirt every time I see him around. I figured being around him in a bikini while he’s been drinking all day, out on the water, was the perfect cocktail for getting his dick.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Cameron booked up an all-inclusive five-star Caribbean resort vacation. I swear I’ve never been spoiled the way this man spoils me. He provided everything I wanted before I knew I wanted it, so I knew the vacation would be a fun, freeing sex-perience. We’d be there for five days, and I was going to make the most of each one.
The flight was long but well worth it. As soon as we stepped foot off the shuttle and onto the resort, the warm sea breeze had me feeling bold. Cameron is a very jealous man, and I can’t help but enjoy pushing his buttons. I knew if he had to watch me flirting with all the sexy Caribbean eye candy, he’d fuck me ten times harder when we got back to the room. Let the games begin.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
Ever since I was young, I’ve been the kind of woman who wanted the things I was told I couldn’t have. The high-paying career that crushes most men’s salary, the dangerously fast car that is too powerful for little old Francie. I don’t know what it is about being told I can’t have something that makes me desire it so much more. And now, I want another woman’s husband because he told me he’d never cheat on her.
Never say never. I always take what I want.
Here you are again, talking to Home Wrecker Milf Miqala while your wife is gone. You are drooling over my perfectly toned Milf naked body. Fawning over another woman while your wife is gone is so much fun. Cheating on her is so exciting. Isn’t it? You get pleasure out of jerking off to other sexier, hotter, and more confident women than your wife.
The risk excites you and makes you feel better knowing that you were able to get off. Most women would mind screwing around with married men, but I am nothing like other women. I throw caution to the wind, let my hair down, and get down dirty. After all, I am a kinky, strong, confident woman.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Do you imagine that you’re dating me? I bet you think of this flowery little fantasy where we’re in love and spend nights on the couch together. Tangled in each other’s arms and making love until the sun comes up.
Well, let me squash that image for you. Because that’s not at all what it would be like. If we were dating, you’d spoil me like the princess I am, of course. You’d watch me dress up, looking so sexy, for the club that you’ll accompany me to, but you know by the end of the night, it won’t be you I’m fucking.