extreme phone sexExtreme Phone Sex

Hello horny readers. So, what a response for Maggie’s first visit to therapist Laylene’s couch. The way her uncle touched her all over – outside and inside – really struck a happy place with my favorite guys. And I loved hearing about your views on the magic third inch, whether her uncle was smart to leave before sleeping beauty woke up (yes was the unanimous answer, wives are for waking up next to, slutty whore nieces are strictly for pumping and dumping), and what was so important about that special spot in the room where Maggie just had to stand while receiving her uncle’s third leg attentions.

Of course, the one question I got from everyone was “When can we hear about your next therapist’s session with Maggie?” When I’d say, “Laylene is a busy lady, I’ll do my best” the response was “Please hurry, hearing about a helpless girl having her brain programmed to associate a p uncle molesting her as sheer happiness is just bliss.”

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no taboo

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.

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XXOO Laylene 1-844-332-2639 ext 419

Extreme age play always gets me wet.

It’s not easy to be cute and so so young when mom and dad are poor. Or mom is jealous or both. Or so I’m told. See, I had a neighbor. We’ll call her Mia. And Mia came to me one night all upset. Being a good “big sister” to this only young one I had to listen to her. Little did I know her story would have me touching myself and simmering in my own juices.

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