Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna had been assigned a new boss at work. She immediately couldn’t stand him at first sight. He seemed like a real prude. He would correct everything she did, and make her even re-do assignments over and over.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna had been assigned a new boss at work. She immediately couldn’t stand him at first sight. He seemed like a real prude. He would correct everything she did, and make her even re-do assignments over and over.
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
As I opened the door to my apartment, I couldn’t help but notice the stunning young man holding a pizza box in his hands. He had to be in college. His youthful looks and chiseled features left me breathless. “Hi there! Just your special delivery,” he said with a charming smile.
In that moment, I knew I had to have him. I invited him in, pretending the pizza was a mere afterthought. Once inside, we exchanged the pizza for a heated gaze, the tension between us palpable. His eyes roamed my curves, sparking a fire within me.
Without breaking eye contact, I reached for his belt buckle, unsnapping it with deliberate slowness. His jeans dropped to the floor, revealing a stunning erection that made my core throb with desire. I knelt before him, taking the impressive length into my mouth.
Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322
He stood in the shadows, his eyes, like deep pools, watching me. Vladimir. Not the monster from old tales, but something more compelling. He was power, yes, but he also a deep, aching loneliness that immediately drew me in. His gaze did not leave mine. There was no fear in me, only a strange, dark hunger. I reached him, standing so close I could feel the cold radiating from his skin, a faint pulse beneath it.
“You look at me,” I said, “like you wonder what I will do.” He gave a small nod. “I wonder, Stella.” His voice was a rich hum, like a cello string. I lifted my hand, not to touch his face, but his chest, finding the hard muscle beneath his velvet coat. He did not flinch. “Tonight,” I whispered, my fingers pressing lightly, “you will let me wonder.” His eyes widened. I could feel the surprise, but also a hidden interest, a spark.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
He loves to buy me socks and panties. They are his ultimate turn on. Lots of guys are into lacy teddies, leather thongs, and crotchless panties. But not him. He’s all about full cut briefs and cable knee socks. And not just any brand. He’s a connoisseur. The panties are a very specific style and material. They are so thin and silky that it almost feels as if you’re wearing nothing at all. Like a soft embrace, they lightly hug every curve. Oh and the colors! They have so many beautiful, brilliant colors, from light pastels to deep jewel tones. Then there are the prints! From polka dots to florals, there are so many cute ones. And the cable knee socks! Where do I start? The refined, classic cable pattern is timeless and modern. The seamless toe provides a smooth experience like no other. In so many colors, it’s impossible to pick just one. It’s like an addiction. You can’t stop until you have a pair in every color. The perfect and precise blend of materials make for the most buttery soft socks you’ve ever felt in your life.
Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
One of the members at the gentlemen’s club hired me to dance at his son’s bachelor party. Those are always fun gigs and an easy way to make a good amount of quick cash. But this one wasn’t like most. They had something different in mind. As I took the elevator up to his swanky bachelor pad, I had no idea what I was in for. It all started out like any other bachelor party. We had some drinks and mingled. Then we turned on the music and I started dancing. I gave each of the guys individual attention but focused mostly on the bachelor. He was sitting in a chair right in the middle of everyone. I decided to tease him and drive him wild by rubbing my ass in his lap and my tits in his face. Then I would go do the same to one of his friends. Every time I went back over to him, his cock was harder than before. By the time I went through all of his friends, all of their cocks were pitching tents in their pants. But the bachelor didn’t know that I had a surprise for him.
Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
I was so busy packing to move that I lost track of time. It was lingerie night at work and I was running so late. I slipped on the first thing I could find. It was my red lace bra, thong, and sheer lace body hugging minidress to match. I usually throw some sweats on, over my lingerie, to cover up. But I didn’t have time. I could not afford to lose my job. It’s more important now than ever. I’m going to be living on my own. My uncle will be paying my rent. But I’m responsible for the rest of my living expenses. So I was rushing to get there in time. Then I saw the red a blue lights in my rear view mirror. OMFG… I couldn’t believe I was getting pulled over when I was running so late. I literally wanted to cry. But instead I decided to work my magic, lol.
MILF Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
My son has a very sexy friend, Jason. He’s captain of the football team and plays lots of other sports. I’ve noticed him checking me out when he thinks I’m not paying attention. Also, I overheard Jason telling my son that I’m the hottest mom he’s ever seen. So, I decided that such sweet words deserve to be rewarded. Not to mention, he’s a hottie himself. What older woman like me wouldn’t jump at the chance to seduce and fuck a hot young stud like him? You’d be crazy to miss an opportunity like this.
Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I’ve just had it with Vincent’s constant mischief! When I entrusted him with the responsibility to wear big boy underpants instead of his diapers, I was confident he could handle it. Boy, was I wrong. I walked into his room and the first thing I noticed was the mess of dirty underpants on the floor! They were literally filled to the brim! He knew better than to disobey me like this. So, it’s time to teach him a hard lesson.
With a stern expression, I call out to him, “Vincent, get over here now! We need to have a talk.” He casually strolls into the room, a smirk on his face that infuriates me even further. “I thought we had an understanding, young man,” I say, in my best ABDL Mommy voice. Vincent is older than me and holds a prestigious job at a law firm, but you’d never know it when we’re together. “No more soiled underpants. Do you remember our rules about using the big boy potty?”
Brandi 1-844-332-2639 ext 417
She wasn’t just an inmate—she was a wildfire behind bars. The kind of woman who made
The guards look twice, the kind of woman whose smirk promised trouble and delivered
heat.
From the moment she walked into the common room, she owned it. Leather boots, hair
tousled perfectly, eyes daring anyone to challenge her. But the way she glanced at me
through the security bars? That was a challenge I couldn’t resist.
The nights were the worst. Locked in our separate cells, every creak of the corridor, every
muffled laugh, became a signal. And when the guard passed just out of earshot, she would
whisper my name, a tease that left me shivering.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
They call me ‘The Collector.’ My coven might raise a brow at my methods, but they don’t understand the relentless ache, the void only true satisfaction can fill. I am predacious by nature, preying only on those submissive men who believe their shriveled cocks are enough. They read the runes, they sign the parchments, their eyes wide with a mix of fear and fervent hope. They know the terms: if they do not measure up, they become an offering. An ornament. A keepsake.
I had another one show up tonight. A nervous young man, all trembling anticipation, stood before my altar. The scent of black candles and patchouli filled the chamber. He stripped, his body a canvas for my scrutiny. I circled him, my gaze a physical weight, assessing. My eyes, usually a calming forest green, glowed with a faint, reddish heat.