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Paci

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My, my. What a fussy little sissy you are today. Dry your eyes and crawl over. Daddy Alexus has your paci right here. Rolling my skirt up and pulling down my panties to let my thick, six-and-a-half-inch cock stretch itself out. The tip is weeping; Daddy’s been fussy for you, too.

Get close, come on. Don’t be shy. Let me rub the head over your pouty, little lower lip. Doesn’t a pacifier make everything better? Open up and suck right there, right on the head. There’s a good girl.

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Cornucopia Of Pleasure

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The cornucopia symbolizes fruitful abundance and nourishment. As a symbol of Thanksgiving and a way to share our bountiful pleasures with those we hold closest. I can’t think of a better replacement for the cornucopia this year on your dinner table than this tight, teen pussy.

I promise to be an abundant supply of good things and pleasures that await you when you spread me open and dig in.

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In The Stairwell

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During my third class, I was bored and horny. The teacher is some old hag who can’t even stand up straight and always has food stains on her white button blouse. I raised my hand and asked to use the bathroom, but that wasn’t where I was going. I needed to escape for just a while.

The back stairwell in the school is like never used. So I shoved the heavy door open, looking behind me to make sure no one in the empty hallways would catch a glimpse of where I was going. I was in the clear. I skipped down a flight of steps to sit on the first landing.

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What Will I Find In Your Diaper

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Babies are notorious for exploring their little bodies as they grow. I remember the first time my baby boy found his toes. He was just the cutest, laying there with his legs in the air as I changed his diaper, and he grabbed ahold of his foot with such curiosity on his face. “What IS this thing?” I remember teasing him as he put it in his mouth to taste his own toes. “What did you find?” I would coo at him and shake his tiny ankle.

Again, later on, the same thing happened with his hands and then, of course, his penis. Little boys find that thing, and nothing matters for the rest of their lives. Constantly fondling it, tugging on it, and trying to find ways to indulge it. But that isn’t where their exploration stops.

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A whole new boo for you. That’s right, this Bad Ass Brat is yours for the taking. You already know just how good I can be and how I manipulate you. That’s because I know all of the buttons to push to get exactly what I want. It’s better to not even worry about all of that now. Just check out my hot body and incredible smile. Trick or treat motherfucker.

If your dumb wife only knew how many times I’ve already sucked that big cock or how many times I’ve ridden it, she would lose her mind.

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Candy Cunt

Posted 7 months ago by Writer

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Candy Cunt is what they call this pussy – Be careful because you will become addicted. I want that money shot and you get to choose your spot to cum on. What I offer is something that you just can’t find anywhere. You see, this pussy is so wet and so juicy that you just never want to pull out.

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Have you ever wondered what it was like being the Daughter of a Trophy Wife? Well, to be honest, it was a fantastic way to grow up. It might have been different if I were a boy, but I was lucky to be born a girl. My mom explained it to me many years ago. A woman’s job is to be as perfect as humanly possible for her man. Exercise, eat right, weekly appointments for hair and mani-pedis, monthly spa trips. And a man’s job is to work hard and fulfill every need of his woman. Doesn’t that utterly sound fantastic?

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Ever been with a Spoiled Redheaded Teen Brat? We are different from regular brats. I’m manipulative and dominant, but that isn’t the scary part. I’ll get into your head, play with your mind, and make you crave me. My sweet voice,  Spoiling a Redheaded Teen will give you more satisfaction than you’ve ever felt before.

Think of me as the red hot and spicy flavor of Candy Girl that will have you drooling and craving me endlessly. I won’t be satisfied until you are left confused and completely stripped of every last vestige of your manhood. You will trade in your balls for a life of complete and utter submission to your Ginger Goddess. Bow down and beg for every ounce of my attention. Worship my incredible body and especially this fire crotch. Hotter than a pepper sprout and ready to blow your mind is what I am. Experience Ginger Power for yourself.

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Dear Cucky

Posted 7 months ago by Writer

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Dear Cucky, if you are reading this that means the damage is done. Don’t worry for this is something you have craved for your entire life. It really is absolutely amazing isn’t it? But do you have what it takes to actually go through with it? Only time will tell. I prefer to start off with a slow and subtle seduction. I’m just testing the waters and feeling you out to see what your limits are. Just realize that you will be held accountable and I will expect you to be good to your word. If you don’t follow through then rest assured there will be consequences.

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Game Night Distractions

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Friday night, I was sitting at my desk, playing a roleplaying game with some friends from out of state. My head was in the game, and I wasn’t thinking about anything more than the tasks in front of me. My determined focus is probably the reason why the little sex kitten that crawled up between my legs took me by such surprise.

I muted the mic as she nuzzled her sweet cheek against my inner thigh. When I looked down, she pressed a finger to her wet lips as if to shush me and whispered, “Ignore me, Mommy. If you can.”

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