restless

Posted 5 months ago by Cory

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I can’t help but feel restless as I sit in my cozy apartment, listening to the soft, rhythmic breathing of my freshly diapered ABDL as he sleeps soundly in his crib. I love taking care of him and all, but sometimes a girl needs a little excitement in her life! That’s when I let my mind wander, imagining a big, strong, hunky man coming over to satisfy my every desire. I close my eyes and picture him in my mind, his muscular body glistening with sweat as he towers over me. I can almost feel his hard, throbbing cock in my hand as I wrap my fingers around it, feeling its girth and length.

“God, I need you to fuck me hard with that big fat dick of yours,” I whisper to myself, my pussy growing wet with desire. I can’t help but let out a soft moan as I imagine him thrusting into me, filling me up and making me scream with pleasure. My hands slip into my panties, feeling how slick and wet I am as I begin to touch myself, imagining it’s HIS fingers, probing and exploring my folds as he prepares to enter me.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

You know what I want? I want you to sit down. To get very comfortable. And then I want to watch you stroke it for me.

I’ve been eyeing that big bulge for a while now and I’m beyond excited to finally see you whip it out for me. My panties are wet at the first sight of your already hard cock.

While you get it out, I’m going to lay back, spread my legs, and slide my hand into my panties. My tight, pink 20-year old pussy is already sopping wet.

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 Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.

So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I want to get naked for you, baby. Naked except for my sexy stilettos. High heels on only. I want you to see my body laid bare, my soft curves and smooth skin beckoning your touch. My breasts, firm and perky, nipples hard with desire. My taut tummy, leading down to my glistening pink pussy, already wet with anticipation.

I’ll recline on the bed, legs spread wide in invitation, my black stilettos pointed towards the ceiling. The cool leather against my feet, the ultimate teaser. I want you to drink in the sight of me, your eyes roaming hungrily over every inch. Your cock will be straining in your pants, rock hard and throbbing, aching to fill me up.

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Pay For My Pot Of Gold

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I love it when payday falls around St. Patrick’s Day. It’s just so fitting. Legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures who like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Are you a man with violent tendencies? Then you’re a man who need an outlet for those needs and urges.  Take a look at me and know that you need to look no further.  I might be petite but I’m not fragile.  I don’t mind if you get a little rough.  In fact, you can get more than a little rough with me.  Sometimes one just needs to engage in a fast and hard rage fucking to take a care of those violent desires.  Do you want me to fight back and return your rage with scratches and pulling your hair while you pound me mercilessly?  Or perhaps you want me more vulnerable and helpless, all tied up unable to stop you from doing whatever you want.

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Fisher

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I watch as Mr. Fisher relaxes in his hot tub, the bubbles obscuring my view of his toned body. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment for what feels like forever, and now that it’s finally here, I’m not sure where to start. “Hey, Mr. Fisher,” I call out, my voice dripping with confidence. I sashay over to the hot tub, my new tits bouncing with each step. I’ve always been proud of my body, but now I feel downright invincible.

Mr. Fisher looks up, his eyes widening as he takes in my transformation. “Amber, wow,” he says, his voice husky. “You look… different.” I grin, knowing exactly what he means. “I’ve been away at college,” I say, twirling a lock of hair around my finger. “I’ve learned a thing or two.” “Oh really?” he says, raising an eyebrow. “Like what?” I lean in closer, my tits practically spilling out of my bikini top. “Like how to please a man,” I whisper in his ear.

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College Boys

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

It was spring break recently and I had some college boys in my house. My stepson came home for the week and brought one of his friends, Jake, with him.

Now you all know how much I love college boys so having Jake here was very tempting. I tried my best to be a good “mom” to the boys, but it was hard to keep my feelings to myself. So let me tell you about one of the encounters I had with my college boys last week.

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Julie 844-322-2639 Ext 453

I noticed that my panty drawer was messed up Dr. Julie. At first I thought that I was imagining things. But it continued. So I decided to set up a secret camera. Sure enough I saw my husband come out of the bathroom naked. He went straight over to my dresser. But he didn’t go to the panty drawer. He went to my sock drawer. At the back I have cable knit knee socks that I haven’t worn since high school. He pulled out the pastel pink pair. I watched him get so freaking hard as he pulled them on. Then he went tip toe prancing back over to my dresser. Then he went rummaging through my panty drawer. He was just trying to find the panties that matched the socks best. No wonder it was so messed up. He was rummaging around like crazy. He finally found some. And put them on. He didn’t stop there though. I didn’t think it could get worse. But it did. He went over to my freaking nightstand. And he got my dildo out! Then he sat down on our chaise lounge. He pulled his panties to the side.

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Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Once a year the club has a masquerade party. It’s open to nonmembers. But not just anyone can afford to attend. Tickets to this event are quite pricey. It’s so much fun though. I love the mystery of it all. No one is allowed to remove their masks. There was one gentleman that stood out. He sat in a dimly lit corner. Sipping on a smoked old fashioned. His quiet confidence was so sexy. He had major big dick energy. I could tell he was watching me. All night. He was so mysterious. I grew quite intrigued. And curious. As I danced, he watched intently. I began to get so freaking turned on. I felt the intensity from across the room. It was hot. He was doing things to me with his eyes. I felt it. He was having some intense fantasies. I’d never been so turned on like that while dancing. I actually felt like I was going to have an orgasm. That only happened during private dances. Never on stage. I started wondering if everyone could tell. I felt relieved to have the mask to hide behind. But maybe it also emboldened me. I was definitely feeling frisky.

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