Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
I’ve decided I want a man to treat me like he treats his dick. Maybe that sounds funny but think about it. I want him to be thinking of me and touching me constantly. If he treated me like I was his dick, then he would let me make all of his decisions for him. I’d be entirely in charge, and he’d just follow me blindly because of what I desired.
I’d be the most essential thing in his life if he treated me like he does his dick.
Sweet Lovin Kayal 844-332-2639 ext 357
My body is burning hot. The flames of LUST are licking over every inch of my skin. The rooms dry; not an ounce of oxygen is left for me to breathe. The fire envelops it all. I’m aching and desperate. This need claws at my skin, consuming me like nothing I’ve ever known.
Every KINKY idea in my head turns me on and sets me ablaze. I can’t help but to try to put out the fire even though it’s hopeless. There’s no way to smother the DESIREthat’ss lurking. It’s longing to be set free. Can’t\ you see it in my eyes? Can’t you hear it in my voice? I’m BURNING UP FOR YOU.
Kayla Ext 357 & Suzie Ext 263
Kayla and Suzie were the cutest little sisters, but they had far too much energy and sass for their Daddy to handle. He’d done all he could to make his girls good, yet they continued to be very naughty. The two were always putting their fingers up each other’s skirts or flashing their teen titties at the boys in town.
Their overly sexual sister behavior was bringing much shame to their family. Poor Daddy felt humiliated and embarrassed when he went into town, and people would whisper about his naughty daughters. Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore! He recalled the legend of the witch that lived in the woods. She had a reputation for “handling” naughty kids. And so Daddy did the only thing he knew to do. He packed his slutty teens up and told them they were going on a hike in the woods.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Inside of me is something terrible—a dangerous demon who’s starving for your lust. The lengths I’d go to, to feed the beast would shock you. See, it’s so ravenous that one meal doesn’t ease the hunger pains. I need to siphon your emotions, your every thought, and most importantly… Your every dime.
This sweet face is only the means to an end. Your end. Don’t worry, though! I’m so efficient; it shouldn’t be painful in any way. In fact, you may not even know it’s happening until it’s too late.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
On this day, many, many, mannnnnny moons ago… a baby Misterten was gifted to us. That baby grew into the most annoying stinker the world has ever known. However, as small people do, he grew some more. Into a sneaky, attention-seeking brat whose butt had to be paddled so often, his buns were more often red than pale.
Please stick with me; I have a point. After decades and centuries of growing up and gaining knowledge, that annoying little punk transformed into the darling Daddy we know and love today. Happiest of Birthdays to our dearest lover of kitten dancing, butt spanking Daddy Ten!
Tackle My Ass.
That’s right. It’s GAME DAY, baby. We’ve waited all summer for today to come. The first Sunday of the season. There’s something sexy about it that just gets me in the mood. All those fit, athletic men, ramming into each other with so much force makes my pussy tingle. Something that has all that adrenaline and testosterone pulsing through your veins while you watch them, so focused on the plays. I know you don’t want to be distracted it.
I understand you want to spend all day on the couch with the games on. Flipping through the channels to check the scores. To see who is playing better. I promise I won’t be much of a distraction. I’ll just slip into some sexy lingerie, maybe your favorite team’s jersey, bring you a drink and wait for you to tackle my ass.
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