Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469
My husband has been out of town for a few days now and I’m feeling lonely. This pussy needs to be serviced every day, so it was time to go on the prowl and see what kind of trouble I could get into. I went to a coffee shop late in the evening, wearing a short leopard print mini skirt and a black crop top. Did I mention I was going out with no panties on? I’m sure I’ll attract a good bit of attention that way.
I got my caramel macchiato and sat in the corner, just people watching. I watched as men and women walked in and out of the shop, until I found the perfect specimen. He was six-foot, dark hair and blue eyes, gorgeous man. And he looked like he was kinky, and I was about to find out. I walked up to him and touched him on the shoulder and then gave him the sexiest look I could. I walked towards the bathroom, hoping he would follow me.
Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306
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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466
I have a thing for older men. It’s been this way for quite some time now, and while I keep this secret from the world, I can’t escape my own intrusive thoughts. Recently, they have been about My Boyfriend’s Dad. I’m sure you can imagine, this is a conundrum. I don’t know when it happened, but the more time I spent at my boyfriend’s house, the more keenly aware of his father I had become. It started with the way he laughed, then I started to notice his alpha-take-charge demeanor. The way his work slacks hugged his ass didn’t hurt, either.
My Boyfriend’s Dad also has a noticeably large cock. Sometimes I think he dresses the way he does just so that I will notice. In the age of the internet, every person that has reached sexual maturity knows there are certain things men and women wear to catch the gaze of the other sex. Like when I came over last weekend to watch the game with them, and this man opened the door without a shirt on, wearing the most deliciously fitted pair of grey sweatpants I have ever seen. There’s no way he didn’t notice me staring.
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.
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!
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
Finals are coming up and I’m extremely nervous. I’m so scared of what the consequences will be if I don’t pass. Professor Beckett knows I’m struggling, of course. So he asked me to stay after class. He told me that he wanted to help me. After the semester I had been through, he wanted to ensure that I pass the final exam. He invited me over to their place for tutoring.
I arrived ready to study. But it didn’t take long for me to realize that they had a different kind of tutoring in mind. Mrs. Beckett was in a silk robe sipping on a glass of red wine. He told me to have a seat. Then he proceeded to tell me that Mrs. Beckett had a lot of pent up sexual energy that needed to be released. That’s when he walked up behind her and opened up her robe. She spread her legs. And he said “See?” I looked down at her pussy and she looked very horny. It was so wet and swollen. And her clit was so hard. I wondered why Mr. Beckett hadn’t taken care of her.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
The Bridal Procession music began to play, and the double doors in front of me opened. My tall white stilettos sank into the red carpet, guiding me down to my soon-to-be Husband and the tall black man who’d be officiating our union.
I was completely naked save for the lacy veil covering my hair and face, and a custom bouquet clutched between my hands. Jittery nerves danced down my spine when my eyes met the men at the end of the aisle. My future Husband was wearing a tux, but on his knees, and the Black Man waiting for me was only wearing a bowtie. His massive cock was erect and bobbing as if it was coaxing me closer.