Filthy Confessional

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I’m horny all the time. I swear my cock doesn’t care if I’m in an appropriate setting or not. It senses something it likes and stands straight up. Like the other night, I was in church, trying to be absolved of all my sins, when I noticed this sexy mother fucker sitting in the pew beside me.

My cock twitched, and he must have noticed it poking up through my skirt because he smiled and placed his hand on my knee. A flush of heat rolled through me, and a bead of precum soaked my cocktip. Here wasn’t the place for a filthy fucking, but as I look back behind us, I remember the confessional booths were soundproof.

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Ass For Gas

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Look, I’m not very good with money, okay? So I spent the day out of the house, driving around and shopping. I went from one side of town to the other and then wanted to go back to a store on the other side. So I got a coffee, waited in the long-ass drive-through line, and drove all the way back. It’s been getting hotter, so I left the car running with the A.C on while I shopped. I mean, who doesn’t like a chill car when you get back from trying on a ton of outfits?

On my way home, the stupid orange gas light came on. Daddy normally fills the tank for me, but I guess his dumbass forgot. So I whipped my pretty little car into the gas station and parked at the pump. It’s been forever since I pumped my gas, so I was shocked when I saw the price per gallon! Are you fucking kidding me?!

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