Category: age play

Daddy's Naughty Girl

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

They say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, and that’s so true for my naughty daddy and me. I’m horny all the time, just like him. I always have been. It seems like the older I get, the hornier my daddy is getting for me. I keep catching him sneaking into my laundry hamper and stealing my panties. I just know he’s jerking off into them, and I wish he’d forget the panties and just pump his load into me!

He’s been acting like it’s too naughty for us to fuck, but I know he wants to. He just needs a firmer push from his naughty girl.

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Teen Tease

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Do you think you could resist a hot, teen tease like me? You might think you can but we both know for a fact that I’m way out of your league. You would instantly be putty in my hands, and I think that deep down you know that too.

Teasing is one of my specialties and I can get you to do anything I want you to do. Didn’t you know that a teen tease is one of the most dangerous types of girls? By the time I’m done with you, you’ll be a slave to my body. You’ll be in way too deep to ever get out after just one conversation with me. My plan never fails. Trust me Continue reading “Do You Want To Get Off With A Teen Tease?” →

Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

We were parked at a park late at night where we were the only ones around. I turned and looked at Mike, and he was staring at my hands. I thought that was a little strange, but I knew him so well and I could read his mind. My little naughty friend wanted a fabulous hand job. Did I mention though, he’s itty bitty, so it’s more like a finger job than a hand job, but I liked making him happy!

I started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants so I could get his bitty out and start stroking it. He looked at me with big doe eyes and there were twinkling. He was being so naughty and devious. “You may act like an innocent little goody goody but I’ve heard the way you talk when my hand is in your pants. You’re not even close to innocent,” I said, giggling.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

I just can’t get enough of my little ones. And I knew I had so much love to give. But I couldn’t just continue to have more and more. So that’s when I decided to start Mommy Julie’s Daycare. I was so excited to have so many little ones to nurture, care for, and love. So much time went into planning the layout. The kitchen was completely stocked with little dishes, bottles, sippy cups, juices, snacks, and stuff to make healthy homemade meals for them. I have a cupboard of natural remedies for everything from tummy troubles to teething pain and everything in between. And I was working on increasing my milk supply enough to be able to breast feed them all. Their little playroom was full of fun and educational toys. The nap room had cozy cribs, little beds, and a lullaby player. But maybe most exciting of all was the changing station.

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Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453

One day after school, I walked into my room and found Daddy sniffing my panties. When I asked him what he was doing he told me that he just loves the way his precious little angel smells. I told him that it was silly for him to smell my panties when he can just smell me instead. His eyes lit up and he asked if he could smell me right then and there. I told him of course he could. He asked me if he could smell me anywhere. I giggled and said yes. That’s when he told me to take all of my clothes off. So I did. Then he told me to lay down on my bed. So I did. He leaned down and put his face in my tummy. Then he closed his eyes and took a long, deep breath. He held it for several seconds as if he was just savoring my smell. Next, he took my legs and spread them wide open. He cupped my butt cheeks in his hands and lifted me up off the bed. Then he planted his face between my legs and licked from my asshole to my clit and back.

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spanking

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

It wasn’t that short, I told myself. Just daring. Besides, it’s my favorite skirt. There’s no harm in wearing it! Boy, was I ever wrong. Daddy found me by the front door just as I was about to leave for school. “Amber. Dorothy. Tomsin.” He reserved stating my full name for only two reasons, one of which was when he wanted the room to chill.

“You’re embarrassing yourself,” he said, as he gestured to the skirt. “You think dressing like a whore is armor? It makes you a target.” I crossed my arms and rolled my eyes. “It’s my body, Daddy!” He sighed. “That’s what they all say.” I looked directly at him, feeling the anger building inside of me. “Haven’t I outgrown your hemline lectures by now?” Daddy’s eyes, tired and grim, locked with mine. “Get upstairs.”

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Mama Felicity 1844-332-2639 Ext 270

Charlie looked back at me from where I’d positioned him on his changing table. Usually, I lie him down on his back and tickle his feet before lifting them high to change his soggy diaper. It confused him when I dropped him on his knees and folded him over. My left hand rested on his naked back, and my right hand fondled for my sciorrs. “Mama?” I wriggle with worry, making me smile sweetly. “Why are you cutting a hole in my diapie? I need a change so badly! You’re going to make me leak!”

“Oh, you’ll leak alright.” I worked the hole I’d snipped in his Pamper open with my fingers, and we both heard the front door open and close. Charlie looked at me with big eyes and started to shake his head like he knew what was coming.

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Bombaclot!

 ☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403

Ronnie was riding his bike around the neighborhood, when he suddenly heard a bunch of grown men yell ‘’Bombaclot!’’ as they smacked the table while playing dominoes. Some laughed, some cussed some more. This intrigued him, so he decided to go another round around the block. Sure enough, just as he approached them he was met with yet another ‘’Bombaclot!’’

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was having so much fun with my friend Craig, and I knew I was going to see him again in a week. I only gave him one rule. “Don’t touch yourself while you’re away from me, wait for our next hang out time.” Well a week went by and it was time for him to come back over. The first thing I said when he walked in my house was, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He looked at me with sad eyes, and all I could say was, “I know what that means; do you? You’re going to have to get punished for this! You broke the ONLY rule!”

I walked up to him and immediately pulled down his pants and undies. I put him in the corner like a bad little boy. He looked so ashamed and covered his little weewee. Walking up to him again, I told him to turn around and put his hands on the wall. Now his cute little bum was exposed. Ideas flooded into my head on what I was going to do.

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Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

I couldn’t believe that Mrs. Martin came into work. She was like an aunt to me, and I couldn’t let her see me working there. So I went to hide in the bathroom. My heart was racing at the thought of being caught and my mom finding out that I work at a breastaurant. As a preacher’s daughter, that’s not acceptable. But I was also completely freaked out because I had been having an affair with Mr. Martin. Not to mention the couple of times that my uncle also had his way with Mr. Martin. I was so scared. I didn’t know what to do. As I paced the restroom, I just kept asking myself what on earth she could be doing there. And I was just hoping that she had already left. But that’s when the restroom door opened. It was her. I tried to turn but she knew it was me. She had a look of desperation in her eyes. And she told me that she promised not to tell anyone. She just needed my help. I was literally trembling as I nodded my head in agreement.

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