



Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
“Um, Miss Alexus,” The little foster boy stumbled into my bedroom late one night. “I’m hungry.” His cheeks blushed when I patted the bed beside me.
“Come up here, and call me Mommy.” I shifted so the bulge in my panties was prominent. My fingers stroked over the fabric as I looked at the curious little thing. He licked his lips, and I asked, “Are you ready to earn Mommy’s milk?”

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
There was a time when I spent my mornings sipping coffee on the pier while the rope‑clad sailors shouted orders and hauled nets. Every time a burly deckhand looked in my direction, I felt a flutter in my already dripping wet pussy. I began to wonder whether I was simply attracted to the smell of tar and brine or to the swagger that comes with a life spent battling waves.
One breezy afternoon I decided to test my theory. I slipped into a striped nautical tee (my version of a sailor’s uniform, though I lacked the appropriate boots) and strutted down to the pier, pretending I could read the tide charts. Almost instantly, I caught the eye of one young seafarer, a lanky fellow with a tattoo of an anchor on his bicep, pretending to mend a net. I tipped my hat and said, “Mind if I borrow a rope? I’m feeling a little tangled up in my own fantasies.” He chuckled and offered me a spare coil. His fingers brushed my palm in a way that felt like a secret handshake between the tides and my imagination.

Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457
“Rachel, see me after class” Professor Beckett whispered as he brushed past my desk. My heart immediately started racing at the thought of what on earth might happen next. And my pussy started getting wet in anticipation. But he didn’t lock the door after everyone was gone. He usually locks the door. But instead he came and sat down beside me. He began to explain that people like to talk. And somehow word had gotten back to the dean of the school that we had been messing around. I guess someone saw or heard something. So he said that there was only one way for him to keep his job and for me not to get expelled. He said it wasn’t easy to talk the dean into it, but he finally did. So he told me that I better not screw it up. He told me to go up to his office, get under his desk and wait for him. When he sits down at the desk, it’s my cue to unzip his pants and give him the blowjob of his life because Professor Beckett’s career and my education depend on it.

Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
The house party was in full swing, and the couches were packed full of people playing games and drinking. Johnny and I took a seat on the floor by the coffee table. I wiggled up into his lap, and he was playing with my hair when I noticed Molly had her feet on the table. Johnny gets so horny for stocking feet, and I wondered if he was getting excited seeing her little toes wiggle around as she laughed.
I look back at him and reached out for her left foot. My thumb dug up her arch, and Molly moaned. Her little toes splaying out inside her socks. “Molly, your feet are so tiny! What size are they?” Under me, I could feel Johnny’s cock waking up.

Roxy 1(844) 332-2639 Ext 414
Prove you’re man enough for me. I told him. Lots of guys think that they are just some kind of gift to this earth and to women. But in reality, women aren’t that easily pleased. They may pretend to be satisfied. And they probably even fake their orgasms. For some reason women feel the need to be submissive and feminine. They think they should try to restrain and hide their strong, confident, masculine energy. Because many men are intimidated by a strong woman. But I’m tired of those weak, insecure men. I like men with big dick energy, that don’t feel the need to have to prove that they are a “MAN”. Because they know they are. And they are man enough to handle a strong woman like me. It’s such a turn on when a man is secure enough to let me take over and dominate him in bed. I will start with a strip tease of course while I slowly undress him. Once I get him completely stripped down to nothing, I tease him. Then I lay him down and straddle his face. I make him eat my pussy until I cum all over him.

Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270
This weekend was a beautiful eighty degrees! The sun was out most of the day, and I knew it was time for Danny to wash Mama’s car. All that road salt and gunk from the winter just had to be cleaned off so we could say goodbye to winter for good.
I pulled the car out of the garage and parked it in the center of the driveway. Right where all the neighbors could see my hard-working baby boy do his chores. Then I pulled out a little lawn chair so I could watch the show too. What show, you might be asking? Well, Danny isn’t like other Mama’s boys. He’s tall and sexy with sculpted muscles all over! And he wears a secret diaper under his shorts!

*LUCY* 844-332-2639 xxx- 221
In my opinion, it’s almost impossible to find a man nowadays that isn’t into big tits. Of course, small ones are nice too. But nothing beats a sexy woman with bouncy, big tits.
I’ve been a DD since I was a teen, and I’ve pampered them and kept them firm and perfect. I treat them like gold. All of my men love licking them, sucking them and very often, fucking them.

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463
No man wants blue balls, but for us girls, being a tease is in our DNA. I wanted to ride some more so I walked back up to the stranger, but I made a new rule. “This time I need you to pull my hair or I’m going to stop,” I told him and I meant it.
A good hair pull can make a sexual experience elevate into a passion like no other. His pants were still off and his cock still erect. It wasn’t that much time that had passed by and my pussy was still dripping wet. I was craving an orgasm like nothing else. I walked up to him, straddled him again and slid down on that hard, erect rod.
Up and down I went, starting to moan and really get into it as I grinded on his hips again. The more turned on I was getting, the more I needed to get my hair pulled. As I was moaning, I let out a “Pull my hair!! Pull it NOW!” I need it.

Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Where are all my foot freaks? The boys who can’t get enough of toes, soles, insteps, and heels. Those who worship every inch of a sexy woman’s foot like mine. I know what drives you wild and I’m prepared to give you exactly what you need. It’s time for a sensual and sexy foot job for my foot freaks. My feet are lotioned and pedicured. So, they’re soft and beautiful and ready to tease you into mind blowing ecstasy. Get down in front of me and prepare for me to control you with these sexy feet until you explode all over them.