Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469

Earlier today I went lingerie shopping because my son’s friend Jimmy was over and I knew by the end of the night he would wind up in my bed. I bought a gorgeous red bra and thong set and I was ready to show it off. But I’m not sure how long it would be on for, because I knew Jimmy was a tit man. I put on my new lingerie set and covered up with a black sheer robe.

While I was downstairs, I reheated some leftovers and made a pot of coffee. Jimmy was downstairs watching TV and came in the kitchen when he heard me down there. He walked behind me, his hand grazing my ass through my rob. He thought he was being sly, but I knew what was on his dirty mind. He wanted a taste of this hot MILF.

Did I mention my husband was away on travels and this housewife was oh so lonely?

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

He arrived at ten sharp, wearing an expensive suit and a Rolex that could’ve funded a small country. He smiled in a fake and predacious way when he saw me. “Stella,” he said, “I hear you’re an experience worth every penny.” He placed his leather briefcase on the mahogany desk and opened it, revealing a thick envelope full of cash, a stack of credit cards, and a signed contract. The initial request was that he wanted a session, but I wanted his ego. He just didn’t know it yet.

“Take a seat,” I said, gesturing to the leather chair across from me. The leather squeaked as he obliged, as his posture already flattened under his own weight. I let him linger a moment, watching his eyes dart to the sleek Manhattan skyline through the floor‑to‑ceiling windows. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to recognize that he thought he owned everything that lay beyond that glass.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The rain lashed against the windows of the hotel room, fracturing the city lights into a smattering constellation of refracted lights. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of cedarwood and the tension that had been building between us for months.

I leaned lightly against the built-in desk, my pulse hammering in my throat. My son’s teacher didn’t move; he simply watched me, his gaze heavy and dark. His eyes tracing the way my breath hitched.

“You’re trembling,” he noted, his voice a low, gravelly hum that vibrated right through me.

“It’s cold,” I lied, shifting away from the desk.

He rose then, moving with a predatory grace that made the room feel suddenly too small. When he stopped, he was inches away. Close enough for me to feel the heat radiating off his body. He reached out, his thumb grazing the hollow of my throat, before sliding upward to tilt my head back.

“I don’t think it’s the cold,” Making eye contact, he murmured before leaning down until his lips brushed against the shell of my ear.

I gasped as his other hand found the small of my back, pulling me flush against him. The contact was electrifying

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Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

My friend and I had been waiting for this movie to hit theatres. And it was finally out. We thought what better way to spend a Sunday afternoon. When we got there, we couldn’t help but load up on popcorn, candy, and soda. Then we found a dark secluded corner. The theatre started filling up quickly though. Before we knew it, an older couple sat down beside us. They left one empty seat between the gentleman and myself. But you know my weakness for older men. It’s ridiculous how my pussy started getting wet instantly. But when the movie started, we were enthralled. I was so into it that I didn’t realize that I was basically giving my lollipop a blow job. When I saw the gentleman watching me out of the corner of his eye, I realized what I was doing. I could tell by the way he was squirming around in his seat that he was getting aroused. His wife was clueless. She couldn’t take her eyes off of the movie. So I decided to tease him some more, just for the thrill of it.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 453

Mr. Thomas had a foot fetish. It all makes sense now. But at the time, I always thought it was weird how he would just stare at our feet. Then one day he asked me to stay after class. At first, I thought I was in trouble. But I quickly realized that it wasn’t that at all. He asked me to take off my shoes. I thought that was weird. But I did as I was told. He let out an audible groan when he saw my feet emerge from my shoes. That’s when he motioned for me to come stand in front of him. He was sitting in his desk chair. As I walked over, he couldn’t take his eyes off my feet. When I got close enough for him to touch me, he reached down, picked up my foot and set it in his lap. He rubbed it for a few seconds. Then he set it on his cock. I could feel how hard he was through his pants. Then he picked me up and sat me on his desk. He caressed and admired both of me feet.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part Two 

“Let’s see just how loud you can get.” He winked and squeezed my throat tighter before shoving my pants to my knees. Most of the heat had leached from the engine after the drive up, but I could feel some of the warmth tingling against my ass and thighs. “Can you be still for Daddy?” I shook my head no with a mocking smirk, and he responded by pressing his thumb tighter along my windpipe. “Try again.” I nodded as I wheezed for my next breath. “Better.” He kissed my forehead and disappeared into the darkness of the night.

The idea of running bounced around in my brain. I could pull up my pants and take off into the cold. Making him track me down and wrestle me to the ground before having his fun, but it was too dark, and I didn’t know where the edge of the mesa was. Instead, I inhaled deeply and listened to him rustling around in the toolbox in the bed of the truck.

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Making Him Fuck His Sister

Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243

Kevin loved his little sister Lindsey, but he had a really silly way of showing it. He was so mean to her! Always tripping her or pushing her down the stairs. I knew it was more than just sibling rivalry. He just didn’t know how to express his true affections to her.

So one night, while I was babysitting, they’d both brushed their teeth and gotten into their pjs. I corralled them into Lindsey’s room and told Kevin he’d been particularly mean to her that day and that he’d have to apologize for it. He didn’t want to, of course, until I pushed down Lindsey’s PJ shorts to reveal her bald pussy and told him to kiss her sorry.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My inbox looks like a fireworks display on the Fourth of July…if every firework were a marriage proposal from a loser who still thinks “pizza delivery” is a legitimate job. First there was Kevin, the “nice guy” from my yoga class. He offered me a ring and a guarantee that I’d never have to argue about the thermostat again (I’m almost always too cold!). I politely declined, telling him I “didn’t want to be tied down,” but the real reason is because his cock is too small.

Then came Derek. He showed up with a fresh‑baked batch of cookies and a Spotify playlist titled “Songs to Sweep Her Off Her Feet (and the Floor).” I laughed, because the only thing he’s ever swept me off my feet is when his Roomba bumps into me and I fall flat on my perfect little ass! He wasn’t impressed, to say the least.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

You know I’m a switch, and although it’s fun to punish the boys, sometimes this pussy needs some punishment too. I was on the ground, taking it on all fours like a good slut by my Master James. He had my legs and arms tied up as he was brutally fucking me in both holes from behind. I love the abuse. He fucked me with his thick nine-inch cock and my ass and used an even bigger dildo for my roughed-up pussy.

Master didn’t say anything to me during our whole playtime except, “Your knees look pretty all bruised up like that. Maybe I should make your neck match, purple and blue look cute on you.” He continued to play with be, staying behind me, but this time he started pulling my hair, harder and harder. The harder he pulled my hair, the more he was able to reach my throat so he could squeeze it.

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Gag On My Dirty Panties

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208

“Did you go out with HIM again?” Donny followed me through the kitchen as I put down my purse and keys. He was sniffing around me like a jealous pet. “Did he cum in you? I told you to make him wrap it. I hate when he fills you up.” My eyes rolled so hard I thought they’d never make their way back to the front.

My finger poked his chest to make him back up. “You have no say. Why does it matter?” His knees buckled, and his lower lip pouted out. I could detect a small quiver. It was pathetic.

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