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Mama Cory blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had never seen Billy look so disheveled before. His clothes were caked in mud, and his hair was a tangled mess. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him. “You look like you’ve been rolling around in a pigpen,” I teased, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bathroom.

“I think I need more than just a shower, Mama Cory,” he replied, his voice full of mischief. Now, you know I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of it! I turned on the water, letting it heat up as I undressed him, taking my time to explore every inch of his body. As I pulled down his pants, I noticed his little uncut cock was already hard, standing at attention. I couldn’t help but feel a wave of desire wash over me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!

Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?

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I smoothed down the frayed hem of my cutoff shorts, letting my fingers linger on the tattered band patch sewn onto them. Another city, another arena, another high that pulsed through me like the bass line thrumming through the floor. I wasn’t some starry-eyed fan at the barricade; I was part of the chaos, an honorary member of the circus.

My life was a blur of tour buses, grimy green rooms, and the fleeting intimacy of late-night hotel rooms. Some girls want the ring, the white picket fence. Me? I want the next gig, the next scream from the crowd, the next chance to lose myself in the primal rhythm of a live show.

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family fun blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I have to tell you something,” I say, nervously. He looks at me, his blue eyes wide with surprise. “What is it, Amber? I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what I’ve been wanting to say for years. “I’ve always had a crush on you. And I know we’re cousins, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Jason’s face turns bright red, and for a moment, I think he’s going to protest. But then, something shifts in his expression. He looks at me with a hunger that takes my breath away. “Fuck, Amber,” he says, his voice thick with desire. Before you know it, he’s on top of me, his lips pressed roughly against mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam my tight little body, roughly groping my breasts and ass before lefiting my skirt and plunging two fingers into my asshole.

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No one knew where she went. One day she was laughing and joking with her friends, and the next, no one had seen her. The community was quickly called in to help in the Missing Francie case. The poor girl’s mother was in tears every time she retold the story of the last time she’d hugged her girl. Your arousal spiked every time you saw her wet face appear. She looked so much like her Daughter. You had thought guilt would pick at you, but it never came.

Days, weeks, months. Not a single trace of the girl could be located. You watched the news nightly, waiting to see if any new developments would come to light. Everyone was missing Francie, except for you.

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blowjob blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

It all started when I was in college, exploring my sexuality and figuring out what I liked. I was always fascinated by the idea of giving head, and I wanted to be the best at it. So, I took it upon myself to learn everything I could about blowjobs. I started by reading (well, looking at) Hustler magazines, watching porn, and even talking to friends who had experience in the matter. Learning about the importance of teasing, using the right amount of pressure, and the power of eye contact. I practiced on a few willing partners and got better with each encounter.

One day, I met a guy at a party who was known for being quite the ladies’ man. He had a reputation for being good in bed, and I was eager to see if the rumors were true. We hit it off immediately and decided to go back to his place. As soon as we were alone, he wasted no time in getting undressed. He lay back on the bed, and I dropped to my knees, pulled his pants down, and took his fat cock in my mouth like a good little slut.

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sex blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I’ve always been a fan of the taboo and the forbidden. That’s how the idea for “OnlyFucks” was born. OnlyFucks is a naughty bookstore where anything goes and sex is always on the table. My mind is a playground of naughty thoughts and ideas, and I know I need an outlet for all that pent-up energy. What’s better than opening a business that incorporates all of my favorite things? It’s okay, baby. I can already see the curiosity in your eyes, and I know you have questions! And I’m more than happy to answer them for you!

I want OnlyFucks to be a place where people can come and explore their wildest fantasies without judgment. Where they can let loose and have some fun. The store will be filled with books and toys that cater to every kink and fetish. From bondage and discipline to exhibitionism and voyeurism, there will be something for everyone. And if someone can’t find what they’re looking for, they can always ask one of our knowledgeable and experienced staff members for help. All of whom will be dressed in their finest lingerie and leather, of course!

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masturbation blog

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My usual detached composure faltered the moment he introduced himself. “Good evening, I’m Liam, and I’ll be your server tonight.” “Stella,” I managed, my voice a little huskier than I intended. “Nice to meet you, Liam.” He was tall, with a lean build that stretched the fabric of his black uniform a little too perfectly across his chest and shoulders.

There was a spark, a subtle flirtation in his gaze that mirrored my own. I found myself lingering over my order, asking unnecessary questions about the drink list, just to keep him at the table for a few moments longer. I’d catch his eye from across the room, and he’d offer a quick, knowing smile before attending to another table. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

He talked about the specials with a passion that made me want to order everything, even the things I didn’t usually like. His hands, as he poured my drink, were long and elegant, with just a hint of muscle. My imagination ran wild, painting scenarios that had no business existing in a crowded public restaurant. He was just doing his job, I reminded myself, but my body wasn’t listening. My pussy was throbbing. A delicious, unbearable ache that could only be soothed by one thing…Liam’s cock.

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abdl blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

They call my place “The Sanctuary,” though some regulars lovingly whisper “Cory’s Corner of Bliss.” This isn’t your typical chain spa with weird music and generic oils. My space is more intimate, filled with the scent of sandalwood and a quiet hum of understanding. My clients, mostly men in their late 30s and beyond, come here for something more specific. Something they can’t find just anywhere.

My standard massage is good, really good. I’ve got hands that can melt knots you didn’t even know you had. But what truly sets me apart, what brings them back, is the “Comfort Care” add-on. It’s my little secret, a unique service that caters to a very particular kind of release. When a client opts for Comfort Care, I see their eyes light up a little, a mix of apprehension and quiet longing. That’s when I bring out the softest, thickest of adult diapers. It’s never forced, always an offered choice, explained delicately as a way to fully surrender, to shed the burdens of adulthood, even just for an hour.

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pantyhose blog

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I met Mike at a private party, where I was working as a professional tease. He was a handsome man, with dark eyes that held an intensity I found irresistible. I was wearing a sheer black negligee that left little to the imagination, and beneath it, a pair of silky black pantyhose. I could see the desire burning in his eyes as I strutted towards him, my hips swaying seductively. “Do you like what you see?” I asked, running my hands over my curves.

He nodded, his eyes never leaving my body. I laughed softly, then reached out and grabbed his hand, placing it on my thigh. “Feel that?” I whispered, as his fingers traced the delicate pattern of the pantyhose. “That’s what you’ve been craving, isn’t it?” He nodded again. I could feel his dick straining against his pants, and I knew I had him right where I wanted him. After leading him to an oversized lounge chair, I pushed him down onto it and climbed on top of him. I straddled his waist, my pussy just inches from his throbbing cock.

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