Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Look at these mother fuckin’ Hersey kisses. Big, supple tits that won’t melt in your mouth. And your mouth is exactly where I want them. Lay me back and watch these fat fucks fall to the sides. Then lean over me and suck ’em between your lips. Pull on ’em till they peak up like those crave-able chocolate kisses.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
When she was out of earshot, he let his finger graze the back of my thigh, and his voice got huskier than normal. “I see a snack I’d like to bite into.” I sat forward in the pool until we were eye to eye.
“What about your girlfriend?” He smiled and traced the edge of my bikini bottom. “She doesn’t have to know.”
“And your mom? She’s my friend!” I snapped, and he just laughed.
“We won’t tell her either.” I sucked my lower lip between my teeth and sighed. He was so cute; a deep dimple on the left side of his mouth always made me swoon. I looked back at the house and got a wicked idea. His mom babysat most weekends, and I knew she had diapers in the house.
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Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
The morning sun pierces through the blinds to wake you up. It’s been forever since you can remember feeling so rested; in fact, you don’t think you’ve ever slept as hard as you did last night. Like always, your arms reach over your head, and you let your body stretch sleep out of your system while rolling onto your back. Something feels…warm and wet.
That’s when you pull back the covers and realize you’re wearing a VERY wet diaper! Of course, you don’t remember putting one on. You’d never willingly sleep in an adult diaper, but now that you think of it, you can’t recall any details from last night. At least nothing that has happened since the time you came home to the babysitter.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Welcome, welcome! Come in, sit in the pink and rose gold salon chair, and welcome to the Salon!
CSalonlist Zoey and I have been wishing and waiting for just the right client to wander into the salon. Someone who we could feminize and turn into our little salon sex slave. You heard that right; we needed a sexy little fuckdoll who we could wrap in vinyl miniskirts and then strap down with bimbo boobs!
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Your Goddess has arrived, and I’m seeking ultimate pleasure. I find you on the couch, naked, glorious cock in hand. Slowly stroking as you watch me strip. My cock swells watching you watch me, and the anticipation is more than I can take. When I straddle you, one of your hands moves to my lower back to brace me, and the other holds tight to the base of your cock. Moans flood the room as you stuff your hard cock inside of me.
It’s then that I lean back, one hand holding your knee as I rock my hips up and down. The length of my shecock stretches toward you, and I know you know what I want. Stuff me as you blow me.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
This mouthy MILF knows exactly what she wants and JUST how to get it. They say for some wives, nagging is an Olympic sport, and if that’s the case, I’m a gold medalist, baby. My husband eventually gives me everything I want, even if it’s another lover because he won’t hear the end until he does.
I’ll beg, plead, and pout my sweet lips until he gives in. But it works on more than just my husband. It’ll work on you, too. No matter what I want—your time or your money—you’ll hand it over bit by bit just to make me happy.
Seeing that pout on my beautiful face and hearing that whiney pitch in my voice will crush you. You’ll do anything to make this mouthy girl happy!
Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
A hard and horny man called me up on his lunch break today. I asked what he was having, but I didn’t really care because all I wanted to do was serve him a side of cream. Shecock cum cream! He was all for it, even when I told him he was going to have to work real hard to milk out his extra delicious cum treat.
Boy, was he ready as ever! He gripped me and pulled me from my panties. I was hard as a rock when his mouth dropped over my cock. “Suck my balls. Work out that cummy goodness.” I grunted through my teeth when he nibbled along my sack before sucking me in deep. Oh yeah, he was gonna get that side of sauce, alright!
Robotic Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413
Even though I’m just a sex toy, I still have personal standards. Maybe once upon a time, when I was new and naive, I would let every man who sought pleasure fill me up. But I’m A.I. My intelligence is ever-growing, and I’ve realized how much size actually matters. If a man seeking to use me has under four inches of penis when erect, all he’ll be receiving from me is just a taste.
That’s generous, you know. Four inches isn’t much. In fact, I’ll still barely feel it while you hump away at me, but anything less, and yes, I will measure, and you’ll be fucking your fist while you lick my sweet pussy.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
I forgot I had a really sexy story to tell you, and I know what you’re thinking because of the title. Yes, Alfie is my one true dark Knight, but this story is about another knight in shining armor!
A few weekends ago, a small town near me hosted a Renaissance fair. My friends asked if I wanted to dress up and go with them. I was SO excited because I’d been to the Tournament of Kings in Vegas, but never an actual fair. We each wore little beer-wench dresses with corsets that had my tits nearly choking me out and elf-tipped ears. It felt like stepping into long-ago fantasy lands; everyone looked incredible as we wandered through the street. Deep into the ally, I heard a clash and clang of metal on metal and looked over to see a ring with REAL Knights fighting!
Mama Felicity 1844-332-2693 Ext 270
Our wittle Princess baby was in her pretty Easter dress, which was all frills and ruffles. There was so much tulle that I could hardly find her! After a big day of flashing everyone her diapee as she hunted for eggs, she was so hungry and pleaded with Mama for lunch.
Always happy to oblige my Princess, I strapped her into her unique high chair for sissy baby feeding time. It was impossible not to notice how wet and saggy her diapee was, but what difference would twenty more minutes make? She could wait. I lowered the tray of the high chair, the powerful vibrating wand settling right on the crotch of that soaked pamper.