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Fall Back

Posted 1 year ago by Kayla

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

Days turn to weeks, and weeks blur into months, and we get caught up in a routine. Wake up, go to work, come home. Force ourselves to work out, have dinner, then pour ourselves into bed. Rinse and repeat. But when I’m with him, time stands still. It waits for us. As if nothing could be more important than the space we share. It’s like we could fall back through time.

I walk into his bedroom to find him already in bed. His body is beautifully sculpted but tense. The monotonous routine has taken its toll, and he’s in need of release. The soft cotton night dress I’m wearing brushes against the tops of my knees as I near the side of his bed. His gaze has tracked me since I entered, but he hasn’t moved. Always so patient. He savors the details. My hands rest over his pecs as my left leg swoops over his hips in slow motion to straddle him.

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Taylor 1-844-332-2639 ext 427

My tiny little man, I know you like to get abused and squashed by me. Do you know what I really like to do with my little men? Me being a giant it’s hard to find something my size to shove into my pussy. Yea sure there are plenty of things I could use but why when I could use you? Having your tiny little body stuffed into me gives me such a power trip of ecstasy. It’s pleasing on my end. I like to torture tiny weak pathetic men like you, take you, and make you my play toy. Throwing you around, stretching your limbs like putty, seeing how far I can stretch your little willy. Tehe. Feeling you squirm from getting crushed with my pussy. It’s so hot and wet it will suffocate you, my cum pouring out drowning you. Make sure you drink my cum until you get sick.

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A brunette in tight jeans holding head back

Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Tuesday, Sept. 27 – 7 AM to 4 PM

…continued from part 5

Neither one of us could take it anymore.  Our emotions were more real and more intense than either one of us could have imagined.  With Angie’s fingers pumping in and out of my pussy, my heart throbbing, she brought forth more and more of my juices.  I wanted – no, I needed – to do the same to her.  With my tongue still wrapped around hers in her mouth, I quickly unbuttoned her shirt and lifted up her skirt.  She tasted just like my special pill.  Unlike me she did have a pair of panties on as I could feel the lace.

Though I hesitated since I did not want to let her fingers stop fucking me, I quickly moved so that I had her pinned against the pillow.  Angie laid back as if she knew what I was getting ready to do.  With her skirt over my head I quickly pulled down the black panties and let them drop to the floor.  My tongue that was just in her mouth quickly found its new place.  Hearing her softly moaning, I knew that my tongue was vibrating just right against her swollen clitoris.

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Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Friday, Sept. 23 – 2 PM to 10 PM EST

…continued from part 4

I was completely under Angie’s control.  She had unbuttoned my shirt and had my breasts in her hands looking at them intently.  This was not about domination or submission.  We were two women wanting to explore each other intimately, getting to know each other in a way that we never had before.  I had known this beautiful woman for close to 15 years now and had wanted her for almost every second of it.  Feeling her hands move over my breasts until she finally took one of my nipples in her mouth was like an explosion being let off in my body.  I was more than ready.  Angie was making me her special pill.

Angie slowly moved her mouth over both of my breasts using her tongue and her fingers along the way.  She slowly put her hand inside of my jeans noticing that, as usual, I did not have any panties on.  My eyes were closed and my head was spinning.  I could not think clearly.  I needed her, I wanted her, but here she was taking me.  And there was no way that I was going to tell her no.

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A brunette with white tank top smiling

Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Saturday, Sept. 17 – 8 AM to 1 PM EST

…continued from part 3

Surprisingly, she took my hand in hers.  I had always thought that if this might happen – and honestly I never believed that it would – that I would be the one to take control, to lead Angie into a world that she had never experienced before.  But that is not what was happening.  Angie was becoming my special pill.  I knew as soon as she kissed me.  It was ever the slightest of kisses, a little timid to be honest, but she kissed me.  I was dumbfounded but more than willing to let her lead the show.

We went back into the house with her holding my hand.  I had already assumed where she was going to lead me.  I could not but help to think in the back of my head that she had done this before.  She was not a virgin to bisexuality.  Either she had had experience with other women or she had been practicing at home by herself very well.  Out of curiosity, I was going to let her guide me.

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 Taylor 1-884-332-2639

 

I want nothing more than to be your luscious creature slut bag. I’m a professional hair stylist and it’s a great job. You meet so many different people and nonetheless have some crazy conversations, some that you wouldn’t expect to have with some but not all random strangers. Not that it bothers me anyways, I mean I am on the adventurous side of life. While it’s all so exciting and I love my job there’s something that I love more! Let’s just say that my indecent behavior is something that I relish. When I’m not on the job I’m always into something mischievous. Being at it is no surprise that i am bisexual i find my addiction of strip clubs pulling me in to feed my arousal desires.

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Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

on Monday, Sept. 12 – 5 AM to 12 PM

…continued from part 2

I started to slowly stroke her hand, hoping to make her feel better.  Honestly, I had no idea if she felt the same.  Always I had known that Angie was adventurous; after all, she had told me about the many exploits that she had had outside of her marriage, but they had all been with guys.  Maybe I was barking up the wrong tree?  I wanted to be a special pill for Angie, but maybe she had no inclinations towards me whatsoever.  But somehow the strokes that her fingers were playing on my hand in response to mind did not seem wrong.  It was as if she was signaling something to me, as if there was meaning behind those strokes.  Could I be Angie’s special pill?

Or maybe I was just losing it.  Was I reading something in the spaces between the lines that wasn’t even there?

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Taylor 1-844-332-2639 ext 427

 

Your typical sweet slut

My mom was a slut so its no wonder as to why i am. I have big shoes to fill though. Mom was known as the town slut, everybody knew she was a easy laid. Spreading her legs and letting any one jump in her pussy. So now its my turn. I cant help myself when it comes to a huge cock with a nice mushroom head. The feeling that delicious ridge makes going in and out is beyond pleasure. Wanting to be used by any one just wanting a fuck toy makes my pussy wet and tingly. There’s just something about being used and i knew for the first i enjoyed being fucked by a stranger and then threw away like a disposable slut whore. My slut life had began and i never regretted one single drop of cum. Its an adrenaline rush, pussy throbbing rush.

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Topless brunette with lace panties

Wendy, the Bisexual Hedonist @ 844-33-CANDY, ext. 424

…continued from part 1

I did my best to respond.  “That must be really hard to take.  It’s been over a year now for you two.  I cannot imagine how I would feel if a guy was unable to fuck me.  Besides opening jars, that’s like the only thing that they’re good for.”  I tried my best to make her smile.  Angie and I had been friends for a long time, and I hated seeing her down.  I just hoped that the extra touch of whiskey would make her feel nice and warm inside.  I had never told her before but I wanted to make her feel nice and warm inside, too.  I wanted to be that special pill that could make her feel so much better.

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Wet teen pussy attracts the reanimated walking zombies! They are after me to eat my cunt! Help! It was a crazy hazy night when the clouds opened up and dropped a sticky substance that infected all the cock meat in town. I am a teen zombie because all of the infected hard cocks cum after me! Escaping was my only thought, I was far too late for that! Small ones are the only dick I turn down, so I take zombie cock just as well!  Dozens of reanimated men screaming give me that young wet pussy 

They came by the dozens screaming eat her pussy we must feed! I do not want to be a zombie! Although you know I would rock the hell out of any body changes. A sexy young reanimated slut for cock is a mess waiting to happen! It is very hot having all these hard dicks chasing and searching for my heartbeat! This throbbing between my legs is not helping throw my scent off. A tire iron helps me get away for now, Zombie heads looking like baseballs laying in my path!  I look at the cocks still hard as bodies quiver searching for their heads! Continue reading “Wet Pussy Teen for Zombies” →