Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

I have a reputation for turning ordinary holidays into theatrical catastrophes. St. Patrick’s Day was no exception. The idea sprang from a brainstorming session with my best friend, Tayla, who declared, “You should do a striptease, Amber! Call it the Shamrock Shake!” I laughed, I blushed, and then I Googled “how to make a striptease sound Irish.” The results were…well…unhelpful, which only made the plan more appealing.

The venue was O’Malley’s, a dive bar that smelled like fried onions, stale pretzels, and optimism. The owners, two Irish twins with beards that could double as mop heads, had a St. Pat’s special. A free “Irish coffee” for anyone who could “out‑shine the leprechauns.” Tayla, ever the opportunist, whispered that the bar was desperate for a headline act that night. The twins thankfully agreed to let me headline.

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Roxxxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414

My girlfriends and I always go out to celebrate daylight savings time. We love the extra energy that the sunlight provides to the nightlife. The gentleman’s club also gets busier and rowdier. This time of year just makes people hornier. It’s natural, it’s mating season. The warmer weather also allows us to wear our skimpiest little outfits. Which we obviously love since teasing the boys and getting them hard and drooling is our favorite thing to do. All of the clubs offer us free drinks because they know having sexy girls in their club will bring in more men. So between the clubs and the guys, we drink and eat all night and never have to spend a dime. We even get free uber rides because we sit in the back seat, flash the driver, and make out for him to watch in his rear view mirror. Sometimes they even tip us, lol. It’s so empowering to be able to get pretty much whatever we want, and control men, just because we have pussies. Of course there are dangers as well. We have had stuff slipped into our drinks more times than I can count.

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Threesome with My Son

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

“Trey!” I hollered over my shoulder as I rode the faggot pipe under me. He was denying what he was, but I felt his cock twitch inside of me at the sound of my boy’s name. We’d bumped into him in the hall on the way up the stairs to fuck, and I saw all I needed to see. This boy was craving big black cock, and I knew someone who could deliver.

“Yeah, Ma?” Trey’s deep voice entered the room from behind me. I kept bouncing, letting my boy see my massive titties wobble.

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Foot Fetish

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

I find myself walking around in full lust mode lately. It’s probably the moon or the fact that Spring is almost here. But every single man I encounter becomes a potential fantasy for me, especially a foot fetish fantasy.

Since it’s getting warmer I was out sandal shopping and what sort of creature should stumble onto my path? A gorgeous shoo-in for Prince Charming working at the shoe store. What could be more perfect than to have a sexy man like him putting new spring sandals on my feet? He took extra care. More than normal. He was savouring my feet. Loving them. Caressing them. So I knew instantly this handsome man had a serious foot fetish.

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Danika * (844) 332-2639 x 466

I have this friend; let’s call him Ralph. He’s a very needy man who often has me rolling my eyes at his desperate requests for attention. However he is great at eating my pussy, so I often just give in. Typically after he’s made me cum a few times with his skillful tongue, I let him climb between my legs, acting as if he can actually get me off that way. I can’t feel him, and he thinks humping me like a jackrabbit is going to make things better. I’ll let him cum inside me just so I can watch him clean up the mess. But not today. Today, I was feeling a bit bratty myself and denied him his own orgasm. That’s right, the sweet cum slut Danika Denied an Orgasm.

I could hear his breath hitching as he yanked at his protruding member, that resembled a thumb more than a cock. His hand seemed big and clumsy, and he protested when I told him he would be Denied an Orgasm tonight. Gently asking him why he deserved to come made him scramble to answer, the look of humiliation at the question coloring his face, making me smile. Continue reading “Danika Denies an Orgasm” →

Christine 1844-332-2639 ext 468

Some connections begin quietly. A simple conversation, an easy laugh, a moment where the world slows down just enough for two people to notice each other. I love those beginnings—the gentle build of chemistry before either of us even says it out loud to each other.

There’s something deeply sensual about that type of attention. The kind where someone listens just a little too closely, where the conversation drifts between playful teasing and soft compliments. Continue reading “Soft Power: Where Sweetness Turns Sensual” →

drink

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Ronnie went out on his bike for the weekend. There was a parade happening and he wanted to see what all the fuss was about.  He snuck into the bakery to grab a sandwich, but when he left, he forgot to get himself a drink. He saw all kinds of adults sipping cans and bottles nearby, so he waited until one of them was distracted to steal one of theirs, and opened it on his bike to drink on his way home.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

Who doesn’t love a good back scratching during a passionate fuck session. I know I love feeling those nails dig in as they start at your shoulder blades and scrape their way down your back. But what’s even more fun than feeling it is the one DOING it! The way the flesh feels under your fingernails as YOU’RE the one scratching. Anyways, I’m getting ahead of myself here.

My friend Dan came over and wasted no time undressing and jumping in bed with me. I’m a young lady and I can’t just turn it on like a light switch. He had to seduce me and have a bit of foreplay. He didn’t seem to mind. I started by straddling him and riding his cock. As I rode his rod, he reached up behind me and slid his nails across my back. It made my pussy wet, but I said, “If you’re going to keep scratching like some kitty, I’m going to have to tie you up.”

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mutual masturbation phionesex

Cassey 844-332-2639 Ext. 467

My panties are so sticky and wet right now, I have the desperate urge to masturbate, but it’s just no fun touching myself alone! Mutual Masturbation phone sex just makes it so much hotter, and the orgasm much more intense! think you could help me solve my problem of needing someone to experience the pleasure alongside me? Grab some lube, your favorite toy too if you have one, and let me walk you through milking your cock and listening to your moans as I get myself off.
As you please yourself, I’ll be on my end, my finger circling along my tits, down my stomach, to my panties. Rubbing along outside the material, feeling the wetness soak through, before ushering them to the side and sliding a finger in. Listen to me fuck myself as I tell you how much I want you, how I need you so right in this moment. And it’s true. I love mutual masturbation, phone sex. But it only makes me cum as hard as it does because I truly want you that fucking desperately.

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

When Daddy calls, I know I have to answer quickly, or he will punish me later. Today he called, and I did not make it to the phone in time to answer on the first call, so I quickly dialed him back.  I spoke hurriedly as I tried to slow my breathing from running to try to make it to the phone.  I could hear the sternness in his voice as he questioned me about missing his call. No excuse I could give would make my punishment any lighter, so it was pointless to even try to explain, but I decided to anyway.  At the conclusion of the call, his voice still rang in my ears, telling me how I would make it up to him tonight and prove to him why I deserved forgiveness.
Daddy is very strict and particular about the way I dress and look.  He wants me to look clean and polished before he gets me all messy. I showered and prepared my hair with soft curls falling down on each side of my face. I painted my lips in a soft rose colored shade of lip gloss and sprayed my neck and wrists with a dab of the perfume he loved on me the most.

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