Author: Aynsley

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It’s almost Halloween, and I’m feeling especially naughty. My perfect, pink 20-year-old pussy is just begging to be devoured like a decadent treat. And tonight, I’m granting that wish.

I strut around the dorm in a sultry black pussycat costume, my curves accentuated by the tight, form-fitting fabric. My bright red lipstick is smeared, giving me a wicked, come-hither look. I can practically hear the whispers of desire trailing in my wake.

But it’s not until I slip into my room that the real party begins. I shed the costume, revealing my naked body in all its glory. I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Pert breasts, toned legs, and of course, that flawless, pink slit between my thighs.

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Did you know my favorite thing ever is to give you JOI while I’m also fingering this tight, 20-year old hole? I just had the BEST JOI phone call and had to tell you about it. Seriously, please goon for me.

I leaned back against my pillows, fully nude, and spread my legs wide. The cool air of my dorm room made my skin tingle. “First things first, I want you to get comfortable and take out whatever you need to stroke your cock for as long as I say so. Today, I’m in control.”

I started slow, teasingly rubbing my hands up and thighs, savoring the sensation. “Remember, you don’t get to cum yet. You’ll know when it’s time.” I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.

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“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.

My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”

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I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.

As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”

His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.

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So, loser, this is what you’ve been fantasizing about, huh? Me, sprawled out on my dorm bed, legs spread wide open, just begging for your pathetic wanking hand to slide between them? Yeah, didn’t think so.

But here I am, doing exactly that lol. Giving you a private show of my most intimate places. You’re probably jacking it to the sight of my pink, glistening slit, aren’t you? Wishing you had the balls to do more than just gaze through the keyhole of my door.

Well, you wish loser! Because as much as I love the thrill of teasing, of having a secret admirer (or hater, who knows?), there’s a limit to how much I’m willing to indulge your pervy curiosity.

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I’m so fucking hyped to be back in the dorms. The perks of going to a small ass college are real. I get my own room again this year! But the real tea is, I’m stoked to relive those wild college fuckfests.

As I’m unpacking, the door swings open and my new suitemate Hannah strolls in.

“Hey, I’m Aynsley. Nice to meet you, Hannah!” I chirp, shoving my bag into the closet in our share living room, study area and kitchinette. I flash her a grin, letting her see the pearly whites of my teeth. Or maybe just the whites of my underwear, depending how close she gets.

Hannah smiles back, her eyes doing a slow scan of my room. I shrug out of my tank top, exposing a lacy red bra that barely contains my B-cups. “Make yourself at home, girl,” I say, pulling my hair into a messy bun and kicking off my sneakers.

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The heat is sweltering, the days seem to stretch on forever, and all I can think about is sucking dick. My name’s Aynsley and I’m a cute little thing with a petite frame, perky tits, and a tight little pussy that’s always dripping wet. But let’s get to the good stuff. I’m a total cum slut and I live for sucking cock. I’ll lick it like a popsicle ALLLLL DAY!

It’s my absolute favorite thing to do. I love every minute of it. The feel of a thick shaft sliding over my tongue, the salty taste of pre-cum leaking out, the helpless groans of pleasure that spill from a man’s lips as I worship his cock. Mmm, just thinking about it is making me so fucking horny.

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It was a hot summer weekend and I decided to hit up a pool party at this trendy spot downtown. I slipped into my sexiest red bikini, grabbed a few of my college friends, and we headed out for a day of sun, drinks, and fun

We arrived and the pool scene was popping. Cute guys and gals were lounging on floats, splashing around, and sipping cocktails. I spotted the lifeguard stand and couldn’t help but notice the two gorgeous hunks manning it. Tall, tanned, and ripped, with their shorts slung low on their hips. Damn.

My friend noticed me eyeballing them and grinned. “Oooh, looks like Aynsley’s got her eye on some prime meat!” she teased with a giggle. I blushed but couldn’t deny it. These guys were hot hot hot.

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 Oh, I’ve been such a naughty little brat again, haven’t I? I know I deserve to be put over your knee for a good, hard spanking. My skinny jeans hug the curves of my 20-year-old college body, but they won’t protect my bottom from your strong hands.

I can already feel the stinging from your fingers gripping my ass, pulling my cheeks apart. There’s a growing bulge in your pants brushing against me as you position me in your lap. I tremble in anticipation, knowing I’m about to get the punishment I so desperately need.

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My best friend at college is named Maddy. She’s sweet and kind, always there for me. I adore Maddy. But I have a secret. A secret about her dad Carter.

Professor Carter James is a name well-known to most students on campus. Tall, dark and handsome, he teaches advanced psychology. When I sit in his class, I can barely focus on the lesson. My eyes are on his chiseled features, the way his eyes smolder. I imagine him bending me over his desk, his strong hands gripping my hips as he takes me from behind.

It started innocently enough. Maddy and I studied together at my place. When her father dropped her off, our gazes met and a spark ignited between us. He lingered, looking at me a beat too long. Later, he messaged me online, thanking me for letting Maddy stay over. I flirted, feeling bold, and he flirted right back.

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