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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Babes, I am still reeling from the most incredible sexual experience of my life this past weekend – I experienced the thickest I’ve ever had. I can barely sit still as I write this because my pussy is still quivering with aftershocks, even days later. See, I had the immense pleasure of taking the thickest, most magnificent cock that I’ve ever had the privilege to wrap my lips and legs around. And let me tell you, it was pure ecstasy.

When I first laid eyes on his impressive manhood, I knew right then and there that I was in for the ride of my life. The sheer girth and length was astonishing. I couldn’t wait to feel it stretching me open and filling me up in ways I never thought possible. And when the moment finally arrived, it did NOT disappoint.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

I stood at the bus stop, my skirt hiked up around my waist, panties drenched with arousal. The chilly autumn air only heightened the throbbing between my thighs as I waited for my ride. I couldn’t help myself, I was insatiable, a slut craving to be fucked in the most public of places. When the bus arrived, I didn’t even bother to board. Instead, I sauntered over to the driver, my hips swaying seductively. “Hey, handsome,” I purred, “I need you to help me out with something.”The man, taken aback by my forwardness, hesitated for a moment before a wolfish grin spread across his face. He stepped out from behind the wheel, his eyes roving over my body with hunger. I turned around, presenting my ass to him, and reached back to pull my thong aside. “Fuck me right here, in broad daylight,” I moaned,”

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I sauntered into the bar, my heels clicking on the worn wooden floor, and spotted you sitting alone at the counter. You were nursing a drink, your eyes fixed on the amber liquid as if it held the answers to all your problems. I slid onto the stool next to you, a smirk playing on my lips. “Well, well, well, look what we have here,” I said, my voice a low purr. “A divorced man, all alone and looking forlorn. What happened, couldn’t keep your wife happy?”

You glanced at me, a hint of irritation in your eyes. “And what’s it to you?” you retorted, taking a sip of your drink.

I leaned in closer, my breath hot on your ear. “Oh, I think it’s everything to me. I mean, if you couldn’t satisfy her, how are you going to satisfy me?” I whispered, my hand lightly grazing your thigh. I could feel the tension in your body, the way your muscles tensed under my touch. Continue reading “Seducing the Divorced Man” →

Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I need to confess something kind of wild that happened on Saturday and I can’t keep it in anymore. So my bestie Lizzy’s grandfather came to visit for the big basketball game, I’m talking her grandma’s husband, like, the actual grandpa. He’s this really distinguished silver fox type – handsome, classy, still super fit for his age. Anyway, after the game he swung by our dorm the next morning, probably to take us out to brunch or whatever.

But of course Lizzy was at spin class, the cardio obsessed little bi– I mean bunny that she is. So it was just me and Gramps, hanging out in our common room. I was still in my silk pajama shorts, trying to be cute as always. He complimented me and we were chatting and flirting, when he suggested we go back to my room to “continue the conversation in private”. I mean, I’m no prude, and that man was so fucking sexy…

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Kara 1844-332-2639 ext 306

Just thinkin’ bout the 1st time it hurt so good! I was walkin’ home from the bar, my head spinning from too many drinks. That’s when he grabbed me, his hand clampin’ over my mouth as he dragged me into an alley. I struggled and screamed, but he was too strong. He slammed me against the wall, his body pressin’ into mine as he tore at my clothes.”No, please!” I begged, tears streamin’ down my face.”It hurts, it hurts!”But he didn’t stop. He ripped my shirt open, buttons flyin’ everywhere, and grabbed my breasts roughly. His fingers dug into my flesh, leavin’ bruises. It hurt so good. I hated myself for it, but I couldn’t deny the heat poolin’ between my legs. He hiked up my skirt and shoved his hand into my panties, fingering me harshly. I sobbed, my body betraying me as it responded to his touch.

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Kara  1844-332-2639 ext 306

Growin’ up, I could always see the way Step Dad looked at me. Them hungry eyes roamin’ over my nubile body, pausin’ to linger on my pert breasts and round ass. I knew he wanted me something fierce, but he held back, tryin’ to be a proper man of the house. But things changed when I turned eighteen. I was a woman now, with needs a-plenty. And Step Dad, well, he was just a man tryin’ to keep up with his wild, adopted daughter. I started temptin’ him like a snake charmer, prancin’ around in my tight little shorts and crop tops. Leaving my door ajar, the zipper on my sleeping bag pulled down just so, invitin’ him to sneak a peek at my barely-there pj’s. One fateful Sunday, with the family gathered for dinner, I knew it was now or never. As we sat down to eat, I made sure to brush up against Step Dad every chance I got. When I leaned over to grab the mashed potatoes, I made sure to press my breasts against his arm, my nipples hard and pokin’ through the thin fabric of my tank top. He shot me a warning glance, but

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

You know you wanna. You’re practically begging for it, craving to be dominated by my curvy, blonde bombshell body as I show you who’s boss.

I know all your dirty secrets. I see the way you look at me when you think I’m not paying attention – your eyes roaming over my voluptuous figure, lingering on my ample cleavage barely contained by my low-cut top. Your gaze trails down to the curves of my hips and the way my shorts hug my plump, juicy ass. You bite your lip, mind racing with all the deliciously filthy things you want to do to me. But deep down, you know it’s really the other way around.

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You call me, telling me that your wife and very young daughter are out of the house. While they are gone, this is your chance to indulge into your fantasies and memories. You start by telling me about the photo of your daughter in her two piece bikini you have saved on your phone…While you are looking at her photos, your cock is out of your pants, and you are slowly stroking away. I giggle at you as you tell me the description of her, and how you feel about her. But what makes me laugh even more is how pathetic you are, and tell me that you do things with her because you’re a father with a small dick.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

I’ve always fantasized about having my own personal sissy maid. A pretty little sissyslut to cater to my every whim and desire. Someone who will happily don a frilly, slutty maid outfit complete with lacy panties and stockings. The kind of outfit that screams “perky submissive housekeeper” and makes the wearer look adorable while scrubbing the bathroom tile.

Just imagine, cute college guys showing up in hopes of landing this “easy” job. I’ll usher each one into my room, eyeing him up and down. “Strip,” I’ll command sternly. “Let me see what you’re working with.” Some might be sporting a hard-on already at the thought of being my personal sissy. I’ll snap a garter belt and full lacy panties over that erection and make them model the skimpy maid costume. The good ones will get flushed and aroused at the humiliation of it all.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

Ah, the quickie. Those stolen, secret moments of passionate intimacy snuck in during an otherwise mundane day. The surprise grab, the fumbling hands, the urgent coupling – it’s a delicious indulgence that never fails to get my heart racing and my juices flowing.

My lover knows just what to do. One minute we’re going about our day as usual, the next he’s pressing me up against the wall, hiking my skirt, and yanking down my panties. I barely have a chance to catch my breath before he’s undoing his pants and burying himself deep inside my eager cunt. There’s no preamble, no build up – just pure, unadulterated sex.

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