On her knees, Kayla waited like a good little girl. Her lips parted wide, and her pink tongue hung out, craving the tasty spunk he was sure to coat her in. Her tiny hands smoothed up and down his muscular thighs, encouraging him to finish all over her face.
That first rope of creamy JIZZ shot out of his tip and splashed over her cute cheeks. She leaned forward to seal her lips around his cock head. Hungry to suck out every SAVORY drop of his cum.
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I let out a long and low whimper as he cut my panties from my hips. He pulled them from under me and reached around to shove the wet, red fabric into my mouth. “There, now you look the part.”
My panties tasted like fabric softener and my SWEET JUICY PUSSY. I sucked the fabric gag and groaned as Wolf pushed my knees open wider. His friends all surrounded the table, and Wolf was at the head of the rectangle, looking directly into my BARELY LEGAL PUSSY.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Being a naughty girl thrills me. Tonight, you’ve taken me out to a fancy dinner. I’ve dressed to tease you. Something tight, sleeveless, and it show’s off more cleavage and thigh than you can stand. At first, you thought it was sexy that other men would be oogling your arm candy. It made you feel like the big man on campus to have such a sexy fucktoy at your side, but now, your cock is hurting.
We’re halfway through the appetizers, and when the waiter turns to leave, I tug the neckline down to flash you a supple tit. I can almost feel your groan from across the table. Giggling, I cover back up and act as nothing has happened.
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He’s a hard-working man. One who plans and builds. He’s in control of every aspect of his everyday life until he submits to me. How does such a man give in? Through currency control, of course. I’m younger than him, and I don’t work nearly as hard as he does. His early mornings, late nights, working overtime is so much more than my rolling over in bed to take phonesex calls in my lingerie. (Lingerie someone else bought me.) So why should he hand over his money to me?
The answer is much more straightforward than you can imagine because I want it.
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Mmm, it’s here!! Halloween is FINALLY here, and I wanna play! I’m wearing a tiny white lacey bra and matching THONG. My sheer GARTER BELT is holding up my sexy thigh-high stockings. I’ve sewn on the letters S-U-G-A-R in bubble gum pink to the front of my bra, and I’m twirling my pacifier around my finger. That’s right; I’m your favorite SUGARBABY, aren’t I?
I want you to take me out to the hottest Halloween party and show me off. Let me hang on your arm and KISS sweetly at your neck as you chat with your jealous friends. What do you think your friends will say about your LITTLE FUCK TOY? Hmm? Will they tell your wife you had a tiny CUMDUMPSTER running amuck at the party? Or maybe they’ll try to buy my time with your permission?
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The car sputtered to a stop a hundred miles from the nearest gas station. Hell, I hadn’t seen an exit in I don’t know when. The desert stretched out in front and behind me for as far as I could see. The late afternoon sun beat down on my back as I stood in front of the car with the hood open, looking down at who knows what.
There was no smoke billowing from the shut-off engine anymore, and everything looked exactly the same as it had last time I glanced in here. Of course, it didn’t help that I didn’t know what I was looking at then either. With a heavy exhale, I slammed the hood closed and leaned my ass against it.
Not a cloud in the sky or a car on the highway. My cell had no service, and I was royally fucked. I glared up at the sun, knowing as hot as it was now, soon it would be freezing—the curse of the desert. I needed a way home, and I needed one fast.
Sweat beaded down the back of my wife beater and soaked into the waistband of my daisy dukes. I pushed myself off the hood and kicked the dirt. Maybe I should start walking? That seemed like a dumb idea but the only option at the moment. Hanging around here with a busted-ass car wasn’t gonna do me no good. I grabbed my keys, locked the broken-down car, flipped it off, and started back toward Las Vegas.
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Strange things are happening in space. The men from my planet are all sniveling, drooling, wimps, and none of the females find them attractive any longer. We seek manly men. Men like from earth. Big, strong, hulking men who know how to use a woman’s body for more than just pleasure. We need men for breeding! It’s the only way to erase the waste of space that is the men from my planet.
In order to do so, I’ve come from my planet to experiment on how earth man ***** reacts to my tight Alien pussy.
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Finally, the house was empty! I’d been so horny all day, and I knew just how I wanted to get off. This dirty girl needed a wash! Not just any wash, though. I set up my cellphone on the towel rack and pulled up my favorite porn clips. Since no one was home, I turned the volume ALL the way up.
Then I stripped and got into the shower. Aw, is there anything more relaxing than stepping under the warm shower spray? My whole body relaxed back against the cool tile as I watched the couple fucking on my phone. The detachable showerhead has a “massage” setting that pulses, really it’s almost better than my vibrator. But, of course, it’s the whole reason I wanted to shower anyhow!
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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
It must be so hard finding financial freedom as a Sugar Daddy. You find yourself addicted to giving this sweet little teen brat all of your hard-earned cash, and yet you want to work even harder to give her more. So I’ve come up with a little game to make finding your freedom so much easier. Do you wanna play?
First, I’m going to tie you naked to my bed. Hands above your head, legs spread wide apart. Don’t be afraid, Daddy, don’t you trust me? Next, I’ll place your wallet on your chest. Right between your pecs, and then I’m going to start teasing your cock. It’s going to be coated in a slimy lube, making it easier for my slippery hands to pump up and down.
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