Kinky Cougar

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221

Do you love kinky cougar phone sex as much as I do? I hope so because when you call me, you’re going to have the best phone fuck of your life. I know that some of you have been calling me for a while, and I will never get tired of fucking you. But maybe there’s some fresh cock out there looking to try someone new. Wanting to see who else can take his fantasy to the next level. That’s why you need this new kinky cougar in your life.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Oh, Bryan. From the moment he walked into the room, my internal “boob-dar” (a finely tuned instrument I’ve developed over many years of living with these glorious twin peaks) started pinging like crazy. He had that particular glint in his eye, the one that said, “Yes, I see the whole woman standing before me, but also…have you seen those things?” I like to think of myself as having a reasonably charming personality, a witty repartee, and eyes that sparkle with mischief, but Bryan? His gaze, bless his heart, seemed to have been surgically realigned to a precise latitude just below my chin.

Our conversation was punctuated by an almost comical pattern. He’d start a sentence while his eyes valiantly attempted to meet mine, only for them to drift south with an almost gravitational pull before he’d catch himself. He’d blush slightly and restart with renewed (but fleeting) determination. I’m used to it, of course; being a woman of ample tittage means you develop a certain resilience, but with Bryan, it was less about objectification and more about an endearing, almost scientific fascination. He simply couldn’t help himself. Honestly, it was kind of adorable.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

So, Jess found out that her newlywed husband was cheating on her with a skank, so we invited the two of them to my friend’s dominatrix dungeon as the guests of honor. We looked through all the toys and found a vibrator, a cock cage and an electroshock wand. Oh, what fun can we have with these. The skank was already chained to the wall with her arms above her head and her legs spread apart. The husband was tied to a chair right across from her.

I wanted to hear the skanks screams and cries, but of course everything was consensual and there were safe words put in place. I had a pair of nipple clamps and hooked them up to her perky nipples. She cringed a little bit at that, but the nipples were perky, so I know she enjoyed them.

I cut off her pants and pulled her panties to the side while I put the vibrator right on her clit. Her whole body wiggled, and she let out moan after moan. It was turning me on as well, but I was trying to keep my cool.

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

“You’re in so much trouble,” Daddy announced himself as he stepped into the room. I was lying on my tummy playing on my phone. “Do you even know how much trouble you’re in?” He asked with a raised brow. I shrugged a single shoulder.

“Not much.” I sassed. It was hard to keep a straight face when bratting off, but I managed. He towered over me as he got closer, his shadow coming over the screen of my phone, causing me to look up at him.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

My boyfriend J and I are super into accomplice play. Fortunately my dumb little sister fucked up recently giving me and J an opportunity to indulge our favorite kink.

My sister Katie sat perched on the edge of my bed, wearing my most scandalous lingerie. The lacy bra and thong set J had surprised me with last month.

“Oh, Diana,” Katie mumbled without looking up, her voice laced with guilt and defiance. “I just wanted to…you know, feel like you for a bit.”

We’d grown up sharing clothes and secrets, but this was a line crossed into treacherous territory. Suddenly, a memory flashed: J’s wolfish gaze lingering on my sister at dinner the other night. The way his eyes followed her slender curves, a hunger simmering beneath the surface. A plan formed, bitter and twisted, but necessary.

“Girl, follow me,” I snapped, my voice icy.

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Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Mommy decided to go out for brunch with her girlfriends.  I knew she’d be gone for hours cause she always was when she went out for a girls’ brunch.  So, I planned to sneak into Daddy’s bed.  Because Daddy avoids my attempts to try and get him alone.  But he won’t be able to dodge me today.  I know Daddy always sleeps in when Mommy goes out for her girl dates.  So, after I heard Mommy leave, I put on my cutest nightie and I snuck into their bedroom.  Daddy laid still snoring away as I climbed up on the bed next to him.  Daddy wasn’t getting away from me this time.

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Obsessed With Mommy's Panties

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

It’s only natural for little boys to love their mommies. We’re their first loves, after all. Mommies are soft and nurturing. We smell so good and look even better.

I understood where the desire and curiosity came from as my son, Shawn, grew older and started riffling through my panty drawer. Honestly, I was flattered it was my scent making his young cock hard, not those little hussies around the neighborhood, but I couldn’t let him know I was encouraging his infatuations.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ll never forget the day my panties became so drenched during Professor Thompson’s lecture that I had to sneakily press a folded tissue against my crotch to absorb the excess moisture. It all started when he began to teach us about human anatomy, standing close to the podium, his broad frame dominating the front of the classroom. As he gestured to illustrate a point, his large hands brushed against his pants, and I could unmistakably make out the prominent bulge straining against the fabric.

Throughout the lesson, I found myself staring, mesmerized by the way his powerful thighs flexed or how his dark eyes sparkled with intellectual fervor. My mind raced with forbidden thoughts, and before I knew it, my panties were clinging to my pussy, the crotch saturated with arousal. I squirmed in my seat, trying to subtly relieve some of the pressure building inside me. Continue reading “Wet Panties” →

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Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Auntie Anna was forced to babysit her naughty nephew. She warned him that if he broke anything in her house or misbehaved, she would be telling his mom upon her arrival to pick him up. He rudely rolled his eyes at her and stomped off to go watch his cartoons.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

My shift has been long. The music is loud, the men are loud. On this stage, I am a queen, even if the crown is just a spotlight and the throne is a brass pole. They watch me, hands gripping their drinks, their eyes hungry. I give them a show. But inside, I feel empty. A machine on repeat. I need something real.

My set ends. The applause is sloppy. I grab my towel and head quickly toward the back hall. “Five minutes, Stella,” the DJ calls out. Five minutes. That’s enough time. I push open the door to the small storage closet near the ice machine. It smells like bleach and desperation. I lock the bolt quietly. No one ever comes back here. This dark, hidden place is mine.

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