Valerie 844-332-2639 Ext 243

Even when I babysit, I always sleep naked. I just can’t get comfortable to sleep if I’m twisted up in anything other than the sheets. Little Travie had been down for a good while when I decided to get undressed and climb into his parent’s bed. They would be out for the night; I didn’t see any harm in enjoying the king-sized bed all to myself instead of the bumpy day bed in their guest room.

I rolled to his Dad’s side and inhaled his pillow. God, the man smelled so good. I closed my eyes and then ground my bald little pussy into the sheets where he lays down every night as thoughts of his smile danced through my head. He’d never made a move on me, but every time I saw him, I wished that he would. Lost in the fantasy, I didn’t hear Travie come in until he was beside the bed. I pulled the sheets to my naked full breast. “What’s wrong, honey?” I tried to play it off like I hadn’t just been humping his Dad’s side of the bed. “Was it a nightmare?”

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Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443

After my spanking ordeal, word got around school that I was a bad girl and Mr. R had spanked me. I was only partially humiliated by this. It also kind of made me feel naughty, and I’m finding, I LIKE to feel naughty.

A few days after the rumors calmed down, Rebecca called. “Hey girl, I heard you got spanked by Mr. R. You need to be careful because he gets excited by it. Like REALLY excited. If it happens again, peek around the corner when he enters the back room, and you’ll see what I mean.” Her warning confused me. Did Mr. R get excited by giving spankings the same way I do? Was he touching himself after? I had to find out.

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Bad Bitch Belle's Human Ashtray

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

I love smoking. Sure, it’s not good for you, and when pussies walk by, they gag from the smell, but you aren’t a pussy, are you? No, you are my little human ashtray. I’m so hot, and you are nothing but property, a butt receptacle. Crawl over here and open that disgusting mouth of yours.

When you waddle over between my long, slender legs, I laugh at how your pot belly sits on your thighs. I can’t even see your tiny little hardon even though you’re naked. Say, “Ahhh,” you dirty bitch.

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My Personal Wallet

Bad Bitch Belle 844-332-2639 Ext 444

Listen, it isn’t that difficult to understand why you’ve become my personal wallet. I’m hot, and you’re pathetic. We both know you couldn’t get my attention if you were broke, and the only thing that makes me smile is spending your money. Sure, I have my own, but why should I spend mine when I can spend yours?

Every time you see me, remind yourself that you exist just to pay my bills. To buy me coffee and spoil me.

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Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

There is this Super tall, sexy boy on the baseball team. All the girls in school totally have a crush on him, but he’s kinda shy and doesn’t talk much. I found his class schedule and learned which classes he was struggling in, and then I walked to his house after school and told his mom I was offering tutoring sessions for Athletes in need.

She said she had to go to work, but Billy was up in his room, and she would be very grateful if I helped him pass his classes. I waved her goodbye and giggled at how easy my plan had worked. Then, I tiptoed up to his room and pushed the door open a crack so I could spy on him before he knew I was there. I definitely didn’t expect to see the sexy Pitcher tucking a pamper between his legs!

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Yoga Temptations

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I waited until Kelly left, and I skipped up the drive. Knowing he’d be home alone gave me warm tingles in the pit of my core. We’d been flirty at events and whenever I came over, but he made it clear he was a loyal man. I really hate when people try to keep me from things I want, and I want him. Today I was going to get what I wanted. One way or the other.

I wore skin-tight, high-waisted, white compression leggings. Literally, nothing would be left to his imagination; these suckers might as well have been painted on. And a white sports bra that zipped in the front. I wore my red hair in a slicked-back, high pony and carried my rolled-up yoga mat under my arm when I knocked on the door.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

It’s naughty of me to tease Daddy. He has it so rough. Mommy won’t do the dirty things I know he likes. I’ve seen it; on his computer and his phone. He likes really dirty things, and I’ve heard Mommy say they are “Disrespectful.” I think maybe I’m more like Daddy than like Mommy because when I sneak his phone at night and watch the things that are disrespectful, I get really tingly.

My princess parts start to throb and pulse, and I think the only way to make the tingles go away is if I make Daddy take me from behind!

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Kylie 1844-332-2639 Ext. 373

That night we entered my Garden of Eve.
My body language begins to speak to you.
It shows you my heavy needs.
You look into my hungry eyes and give me that crooked smile.
I can feel your energy and desires growing.
So, I slip away into something comfier.
Making sure to show plenty of my dewy, glowing skin.

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It’s Not Fair

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

My cousin Josh was in town for work and asked if he could stay with us instead of getting a hotel. My parents told him they would love to have him stay since we never get to see him, but that meant I couldn’t go out tonight. It’s just not fair that I have to change my schedule for my cousin. It’d been a long ass time since I’d seen Josh, so I was pretty surprised when he showed up.

He’s a few years older than me, but I remember him being pretty nerdy when we were younger. He was a tall and skrony drok back then, but the man who wrapped me up in a tight hug tonight in the entryway was a whole man! He was still way taller than me, but he’d filled out in all the right places. I could tell he was thinking the same about me when he couldn’t take his eyes off my tits. I mean, he tried not to make it obvious, but the boy was almost drooling.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

You know that your knee has been bothering you for a long time, and everyone has told you to get it looked at, but you refused. Always going on and on about how Physical Therapy never actually helped anyone. You swear up and down that’s just a waste of time and money. Finally, however, your sweet wife couldn’t take your whining anymore, and she pushed you to go to the therapist and see what they could do for you.

When I came into the waiting room, your arms were folded over your chest, and you looked so grumpy—already determined that I wasn’t going to be able to help you. When I called your name, you stood up and followed me into the back, we went into a private room, and I shut the door. Then I  asked you to have a seat on the high bench-like table.

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