His Sole Purpose

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The sole purpose of a pet is to bring me comfort and joy. So it didn’t matter to me if Peter was busy or relaxing. I was horny, and that meant he had a job to do. Sauntering through the house, completely naked, I looked for my little pet. I didn’t call out to him; he’d be easy enough to find. The dotting little mutt never wandered far from me.

The kitchen tile felt cool on my bare feet as I padded through toward the living room. Just as I suspected, Peter was stretched out on the floor with a throw pillow from the couch propping up his head. He loved to lie on the floor. He said it reminded him of his place. My cute little pet was doomscrolling on his phone with his earbuds in. He didn’t look up to taggle his tail or make any acknowledgment of my presence, so he must not have heard me enter.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

Dr. Julie, what should I do? I feel like I’ve been so dumb. I’ve wasted so many years. I truly loved her. I gave up my fetishes for her because she thought they were wrong. But I wanted her to be happy, so I happily settled for vanilla sex. Then after having kids, she didn’t want sex at all. She wanted to stay home with them, so I happily agreed to be the sole provider for our family. I worked sixty to eighty hour weeks in order to make it work. I had many women come onto me over the years. But even though our marriage was sexless, I never cheated on her. I’m not saying I wasn’t tempted. It felt so good to get attention and to feel wanted. But I could not imagine doing anything that would hurt her.

After everything I’ve done for her, she repays me by having an affair, then leaving me for him. I’m just so lost and don’t know what to do. A part of me wants to go have sex with a random woman just to get revenge. But I could never do that. That’s just not like me.

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My Husband’s Dick

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Have I ever told you about how much I hate my husband’s dick? Well, lately he’s been really irritating me more than usual so I had to take back control of the situation. A few weeks ago, I caught him in a very compromising position. Jerking off, yet again.

He’s always had a problem with jerking off too much. And when I say too much, I mean it! Even with a hot wife like me who puts out more than just occasionally, he still jerks off ALL the time. It’s like he’s a teenager who just discovered his dick for the first time.
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Mama Cory blog

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I had never seen Billy look so disheveled before. His clothes were caked in mud, and his hair was a tangled mess. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him. “You look like you’ve been rolling around in a pigpen,” I teased, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the bathroom.

“I think I need more than just a shower, Mama Cory,” he replied, his voice full of mischief. Now, you know I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine at the sound of it! I turned on the water, letting it heat up as I undressed him, taking my time to explore every inch of his body. As I pulled down his pants, I noticed his little uncut cock was already hard, standing at attention. I couldn’t help but feel a wave of desire wash over me.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Bonjour, foufouns! It’s me, your favorite French connoisseur of the…let’s call them “hidden depths” of the male physique. You see, while many women swoon over bulging biceps or a charming smile, I find myself drawn to a different kind of mystery, a more intime adventure, if you will. There’s something undeniably compelling about the journey to the very core of a man’s being – the fascinating, often overlooked, and generally underexplored territory of his derrière’s most private entrance. Yes, I am talking about the butt!

Now, some might raise an eyebrow, perhaps even two, when I express this particular passion. “Stella,” they utter with a mix of fascination and mild horror, “why the derrière?” And to them, I simply smile and shrug my shoulders, a very French gesture that encompasses a melange of unsaid truths. For me, it’s a hidden garden waiting to be tenderly explored. It’s far more engaging than discussing the weather, n’est-ce pas?

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I smoothed down the frayed hem of my cutoff shorts, letting my fingers linger on the tattered band patch sewn onto them. Another city, another arena, another high that pulsed through me like the bass line thrumming through the floor. I wasn’t some starry-eyed fan at the barricade; I was part of the chaos, an honorary member of the circus.

My life was a blur of tour buses, grimy green rooms, and the fleeting intimacy of late-night hotel rooms. Some girls want the ring, the white picket fence. Me? I want the next gig, the next scream from the crowd, the next chance to lose myself in the primal rhythm of a live show.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“Jason, I have to tell you something,” I say, nervously. He looks at me, his blue eyes wide with surprise. “What is it, Amber? I take a deep breath, mustering up the courage to say what I’ve been wanting to say for years. “I’ve always had a crush on you. And I know we’re cousins, but I can’t keep it inside anymore.”

Jason’s face turns bright red, and for a moment, I think he’s going to protest. But then, something shifts in his expression. He looks at me with a hunger that takes my breath away. “Fuck, Amber,” he says, his voice thick with desire. Before you know it, he’s on top of me, his lips pressed roughly against mine. I moan into his mouth as his hands roam my tight little body, roughly groping my breasts and ass before lefiting my skirt and plunging two fingers into my asshole.

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Do You Want to make Me Happy?

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Sure, this is customer service, and I’m here for you. I can switch up roles at the drop of a hat and become anyone or anything you desire. A pouty Princess needing to be spoiled or a vengeful homewrecker set out to obliterate everything you’ve worked hard to achieve? No problem. Craving a MILFY Mommy to regress you or peg you, done… but do you want to make me happy?

If you genuinely wish to serve me as your Goddess, then you should ask me to ruin your orgasm. The key to this is that I need to be watching. If you really wanna make ME happy, I need to see you suffering on the brink of orgasm, teetering between pleasure and pain. I long to witness the frustration on your face and the straining of your body as we work you up to the disappointing, unsatisfying end.

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All You Can Eat Mommy and Me Sausage Buffet

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

I was working the Brunch shift at the popular wings spot when this banging couple strolled in. The blonde bombshell on the dudes arm made my dick twitch in my tiny orange shorts with just a smile. “Wow, you two look great together. Is this your wife?” I asked the man. Honestly, I was a little jealous that he was getting to stick his dick in her warm, buttery biscuit if she was.

The woman laughed and tossed her hair back over her shoulder as if she was flattered. She looked me up and down with a heat that set my balls on fire and replied. “Oh, no. He’s my stepson.” Her hand rubbed the cap of his shoulder, and he quivered under her touch.

There was definitely some sexual tension there, and I wanted to split it open with my sausage. “Let me lead the two of you back to the very special, all you can eat,” My hand rubbed down the front of my shorts, adjusting my very obvious erection, “Buffet in the back?”

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Timmy and Tommy's Race To Cummies

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Timmy and Tommy kneeled naked before my group of girlfriends. The twins have always been so competitive, but the pressure was on. Poor Timmy gets so nervous when girls are watching him tug his penis, probably because it’s a little smaller than his brother’s, with a curve in it.

“I actually prefer a little bend.” Shannon giggles and leans her elbows on her knees to watch the two closer, but her gaze is more focused on Timmy’s cock. The attention makes his chest rise and fall, and I notice his erection falter. He’s so shy. From behind him, I run my hand through his hair and tilt his head back to look up at me.

“Don’t forget, boys, whoever makes cummies last has to lick up all of the mess.”

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