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Juicy Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

Tonight is my friend’s art exhibit so I’m headed to the art gallery now. I can’t wait see all of her work on display at such an elegant event. I’m beyond proud of her! When I arrive I’m surprised to see that it’s bigger than I’d ever imagined, complete with red carpet, news media, and paparazzi. I’m glad I chose an elegant, sexy, black cocktail dress. It’s a spaghetti strap, slit up the side, exposing my leg and black strappy heels that wrap up my calves.

I make my way in and I’m blown away by her work and the amount of people that are here. My heart stops as the sexiest man I’ve ever seen makes a grand entrance. His black suit fits his perfectly chiseled body like a glove. Everyone seems to know him or at least who he is. All eyes are on him as he makes eye contact, waves, shakes hands, and flashes that million dollar smile. Wow! Who is this man? His eyes meet mine. Did he see me staring? Our eyes are  now locked on each other’s. Without a blink, he grabs two glasses of champagne from the maître d’s tray and heads my way.

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Kylie 1844-332-2639 Ext. 373

That night we entered my Garden of Eve.
My body language begins to speak to you.
It shows you my heavy needs.
You look into my hungry eyes and give me that crooked smile.
I can feel your energy and desires growing.
So, I slip away into something comfier.
Making sure to show plenty of my dewy, glowing skin.

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Fall Back

Posted 2 years ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.

I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

He stood waiting in the middle of the room. Just the sight of him had my cock throbbing in my panties, but it wasn’t my own pleasure I was after. It was his. I crawled on my hands and knees to his feet, then nuzzled my cheek against his strong thigh. Looking up at him with doe eyes, I pleaded, “Please, Master. May I suck your cock?”

He shook his head and chuckled. “You’re so small; I’m not sure Master’s cock will fit in that little throat of yours.” So he told me as his fingers stroked up the length of my neck and then pinched at my cheeks. I wanted to argue with him and tell him I could take it. I’d take anything he’d give me.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Recently, I’ve found myself drawn to rocks and crystals. As if my frequency has been off, and I need to connect to something ancient and natural to get it back in balance. There’s this fun little hippy-dippy store downtown that I remember having a ton of cool stones, so I thought I would check it out.

When I walked in, the scent of sage tickled my nose. The store was small and overflowing with items. My eyes didn’t know where to look as I was overwhelmed by all the options. So I just started to wander without knowing what I was looking for. Finally, a lady walked beside me and slipped her arm around my elbow. She patted my hand and said, “You’re looking for a yoni egg.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Early morning fog laid heavy over the entrance to the labyrinth. I stood before the three challengers, wearing nothing but a chainmail corset, matching garter belt, sheer black thigh-high stockings, and a long red robe. The three of them were on their knees; heads bowed like good little submissives.

Being a loyal house slave is a position to be earned, not given lightly. It was time to retire my current house slave, and the three before me would battle the labyrinth of kink to win my favor. My soft fingers touched the cold steel against my stomach; I had butterflies of excitement fluttering inside of me.

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Sadie   1-844-332-2639 ext 222

What is wrong with me? I think as I watch the young boy carry a stack of boxes from the garage out to the storage shed. He has his shirt off and his thin arms just showing the first hints of muscles, glistening with sweat. He is so much stronger than he looks. Battling my lusty thoughts of older woman seduction, I wonder what other surprises this young man has hidden. My pussy is getting wetter as I try to imagine what is tucked away in his over-sized shorts.

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Sadie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 222

The voice of my sexy neighbor startled me. Looking over my shoulder at him from my knees with both hands on the nozzle of the hose that was stuck on the spigot, “Oh, you scared me!” I laugh “I can’t get this off!” I grunt twisting against the top of the hose.

“Let me give it a try. Maybe I can get it off on you. FOR you! Maybe I can get it off for you is what I meant. For you!” His face turning just the tiniest bit of red. While he bends down, I lean back so that he is essentially reaching over my lap, we both laugh at his slip. Continue reading “My Sexy Neighbor Makes Me Wet Phonesex” →

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VANESSA 1-844-332-2639, extension 232

Listen to my voice. Close your eyes. Let yourself go. All of those everyday stresses will flow from your body with just a little nudging from me. Imagine every stress, every negative thought exiting your body, through your cock.

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Sadie        1-844-332-2639 ext 222

It is no surprise that wonderful things happen at the beauty salon. While getting my nails done, a beautiful woman sat down next to me. After hearing her tell the Nail Tech that her fingernails needed to be freshened up because she had been in a catfight, my attention focused on the rest of the conversation. Continue reading “Catfight After Eavesdropping Phonesex” →