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Catfight. As I strode into the pulsating nightclub, a surge of energy coursed through my veins. The air crackled with anticipation and the throbbing music pounded in my ears.
Amidst the throng of people, my body collided with a middle-aged woman. Her drink splattered over my hot sexy dress, sending a wave of icy liquid down my spine. Fury surged through me as I turned to confront her.
‘Excuse me,’ I snapped. ‘You spilled my drink.’
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There you sit, yet again, sad and depressed. I know you’re sad and depressed because you’ve come in every night this week to pour your heartbreaking stories all over the bartender. I suppose no one else would listen to your loathsome rambling without being paid to do so.
It seems you’ve got nothing to live for, or at least it seems you believe that by the way you talk to strangers, so tonight, I’m going to make you mine. Just like always, after a few too many, you stumble off your stool and make your way out the door and into the darkness.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
It’s a curious thing when you start exploring the occult. Most don’t know what is real and what is movie magic. Well, I’m here to tell you that what you’ve seen is nowhere near what you are going to get! So you decided to search authentic occult bookstores, and you did your research. Had to go on the dark web to find the authentic forums that will help you find legitimate shops. Congrats, but that’s literally just step one. If you want to meet me, you’re going to have a lot more work in front of you!
You go alone, at sunset, just as you were instructed. You walk around a corner to a suddenly alien and unfamiliar part of town. You’ve lived in this city for so long and have never seen anything like this! When you find the shop, not by address but by description, you hesitantly walk in.
No Taboo
You’ve been spying on me at the gym for some time now. Me, the hot, petite, scandalous 23-year-old, you the just divorced dad looking to get back in the game. It couldn’t be more obvious how desperate you are for sex, the way you are finally getting into shape, the way you look at all the women in here – but especially me, the way you peacock your job, your car, your watch, your clothes, like women actually care.
Funny thing is, we don’t. Or I don’t. I’m 23 and gorgeous, at the height of my sexual prowess. Your silly ex just took you for half of everything, and no girl ever bragged to their friends about the Acura her new man drives. Do all the dumbbell lifts you want; you’ll need something better if you want my attention.
Age-Play? – Yes please.
There was once a girl named Stacy. Whose dad was really smitten. He took her away, for a three-year stay, until she got old and boring. And oh, the fun things that happened during those three years.
The way mom dressed you up was all pretty in that sparkling blue dress as your adventure began. The one that made your pretty young eyes and cute dimpled cheeks just pop. The contrast with your bubble gum pink lips, well, it’s hard to know what inspired mom more. The hard-on on you were gonna give daddy, or the fucking that would surely overwhelm your tiny little mouth and still developing cunt. Yes, I said cunt. When you dress like Stacy’s mom dressed Stacy it’s a cunt between your legs, no other word would catch the meaning just so.
XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419
Extreme
Damn, you just can’t get enough, can you? A fucking pervert and honestly, I love it. You have to go through your day pretending to be a fine upstanding citizen and I just sit here knowing you will be back to me tonight. Just like clockwork, your sorry p ass comes to play. You want to play hard to get and tell me how you are so sorry and feel so bad and want to change your ways, but I know that is just an act. As you cry and beg and plead with me to believe you, I turn on some hot little one porn. You’re distracted and I laugh. You almost stop telling me how you have changed as your pants start to pooch. Good god, you fucking pervert. Why even bother with the act?
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
The ritual had been promised, a prophecy yet to be fulfilled. When we met, he told me his people had been looking for me for centuries. It seemed so odd when he told me that he’d been forewarned that he would one day meet the chosen one, and it would be his responsibility to prepare her for her duties. I didn’t know what he meant or even how to understand the heaviness of the things he whispered in my ear, but he made me feel special. His people needed me to save them. Me? How about I be the answer to all they’d hoped for?
He promised me abundance and riches if only I’d be brave enough to meet my fate head-on. But then, he kissed the back of my hand and pleaded, “Frannie, will you be our willing sacrifice?”
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Age-Play
When Daddy and I go on our adventures he likes me to be bad! Like really bad. Think of the worst and then put it on steroids. That is where Daddy wants me to be. See, I help Daddy find new toys. Toys that are so soft, tiny, and super tight. That is how Daddy likes them. I mean who doesn’t really? He and I take his van and as I stroke Daddy’s cock we sit and look for little soft things that make Daddy’s cock jump and get really hard.