Tag: wet pussy

Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

He was so pathetic. Panting and whining, begging for my attention. The way he was right now, he’d do anything I told him. I wasn’t in the mood to indulge his pleading. I nodded to the chair in the middle of the room. “Sit.” My voice practically whips him into obeying. He scrambled to sit in the chair, and looked at me with glistening eyes.

“Take off your pants and spread your legs.” My voice still held the commanding tone. He nodded and wriggled out of his clothing. He spread his legs, but hid himself with his hands. I made a loud click with my high heel on the wood floor. “Did I say you could hide? Move your hands and show me.”

His face bloomed crimson and his eyes dropped to the ground. Pulling his hands slowly back, he revealed his cock. Already standing at attention and begging for attention. Just like his mouth had been earlier. “Look at that little thing. You really expect me to like such a pathetic nub?” A strangled noise came from his throat as his little cock twitched.

“Touch yourself.” I said, moving to sit in the chair across from him. His hand… Continue reading “A Good Little Boy” →

Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just discovered a new obsession with macrame. So when I saw a macrame plant hanger class, I had to sign up. I imagined a group of older ladies. But I couldn’t have been more wrong. Most of the people taking the class were in their twenties and thirties, including a few guys.There was a handful of women in their forties and fifties. But the biggest shocker of all was the teacher. I assumed a macrame plant hanger class would be taught by an older hippie woman. That’s what I get for assuming. The teacher looked like one of those male models on the cover of a romance novel. You know the type. Tall, tanned, and muscular with long sunbleached golden hair blowing in the wind. Well, in this case it was getting blown by the fan. But you know what I mean.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

I have always believed lips can say a lot without speaking. A soft smile, a teasing grin, or the way someone presses their lips together while thinking can completely change the energy in a room. For me, lipstick has always been connected to confidence and feeling attractive.

One of my favorite parts of getting ready is taking my time with my makeup. I love sitting in front of the mirror, applying moisturizer first, then carefully outlining my lips before filling them in slowly. I usually choose deeper pinks, glossy reds, or soft neutral shades depending on my mood.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Dr. Julie, why can’t I get enough?” I could hear the desperation in his voice.

“She will let me eat her pussy for hours and it’s still not enough. Am I addicted to eating pussy? What is wrong with me? Is there anyone else in the world like this? Am I weird?”

He went on to tell me that when she sleeps or leaves the house, he rummages through the dirty clothes hamper to retrieve her dirty panties. Then he sucks them clean while he masturbates. And when there are no more dirty panties, he begins to panic. The days she won’t let him eat her pussy are torture. He goes through withdrawals. Then he told me that there have even been times through the years when he tasted other men’s cum in her panties. But he said the crazy part was that it turned him on so much. He would actually hope she was out fucking someone else. His cock would get so hard in anticipation. And his absolute ultimate fantasy was when he would taste another man’s cum in her pussy while he was eating it.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

The house was finally silent after I had spent almost two hours wrangling my ABDL babies into their cribs and onesies. I stood in the doorway of the nursery, listening to the soft, rhythmic sound of paci’s clicking against their teeth and the gentle crinkle of diapers under cozy pajamas. My Mama responsibilities had been satisfied for the night, but as I smoothed the blankets over my slumbering boys, a different, more adult kind of restlessness began to creep into my veins.

I retreated to my bedroom and caught my reflection in the vanity mirror, noting the faint traces of baby powder on my sleeve and the slight exhaustion crinkling the corners of my eyes. A wicked, mischievous smile spread across my face as I peeled off my clothes. The “Mommy” persona was effectively off-duty and in its place, the woman who craved a bit of high-octane, grown-up attention was screaming for a release that had absolutely nothing to do with lullabies.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449

I have a problem. I’m hot for my son’s teacher. I’ve broken more than one vibe thinking about him. When I first met him at the Open House in the beginning of the school year I knew I was in trouble. The way he commanded attention at the front of the room. The way he walked around the classroom handing out the syllabus. All I could think of was seeing if I could get him alone. Listening to his voice as he explained his expectations of his students; all I could do was imagine what he’d sound like while he worked me over.

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Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306

Tonight was one of those nights that could easily turn into a scene from an X-rated movie. It was a very much a naughty night for me. I couldn’t escape the urges that were brewing inside my body like a wildfire. I tried to take my mind off feeling like this, but there was no use. My body craved some adult attention. Tonight I wasn’t alone. I sat legs crossed on the plush, oversized sofa of my high-rise apartment and gazed up, seeing those long, toned legs and that hot, toned body standing before me. My eyes are drinking in every inch of her tight, athletic, toned body. Her big blue eyes dazzled back at me as she smiled, meeting my gaze. Continue reading “A Naughty Night” →

Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I knew it was coming sooner or later. It’s no secret that I don’t do well in his class. I knew I was failing, again. So I decided to take things into my own hands and be proactive. The only way he’s going to pass me is if I do sexual favors for him. I didn’t want to wait for him to start demanding. I was surprised that he hadn’t already. But when class was over, he just stepped out of the room. So I got under his desk and waited for him to return. It’s a thing we do. I get under his desk and give him a blow job while he sits there. But students started pouring in for the next class before he did. Then I finally heard the door close. A woman’s voice began explaining that she would be teaching the class because Mr. Beckett had an appointment. I couldn’t believe it. It was Mrs. Beckett, his wife. How was I going to explain this? She had already caught us in the past. So of course she was going to know exactly what was going on. But the three of us have also done things together.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

There is something inherently sexy about spring. The sun revives us, the earth itself working to become fertile; plants and birds alike come to life. There are numerous texts throughout history that speak of fertility rituals across every culture. I would like to focus on a particular work that is fueling my current fantasies. The Histories by Herodotus speaks of Sacred Sex Temples in Mesopotamia. At the start of spring, it is said that women would go to these sacred temples and wait until a man offered her money in exchange for access to her body. He would then fuck her in the sacred temples as an offering to the goddess Inanna.

I can’t even begin to tell you how wet it makes my panties, how much I want to touch myself at the thought of offering myself to a stranger in a Sacred Sex Temple.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

“Let’s go to the rodeo, Julie!” A friend was visiting from out of state and had always wanted to go to the rodeo. She couldn’t believe that I had never been. It just wasn’t my thing. I didn’t even own a real pair of cowboy boots. But she wasn’t having it. She took me to a cowboy boot store that was a giant warehouse. There were rows and rows of cowboy boots as far as my eyes could see. It was so overwhelming. But before I knew it, I was high on the leather perfumed air. And all of the different styles, colors, and patterns were getting me so excited. But then I saw the ones. I knew the moment I laid eyes on them that I had to have them. And I got so turned on when I put them on. All of a sudden, the thought of going to the rodeo was quite arousing.

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