WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
Summer Rental – It’s officially Summer and you are already aggravated by your annoying cow of a wife and your ungrateful offspring. Your girl has the solution. Escape all of that nonsense and just imagine me sucking your hard, throbbing cock. Teasing it with my hot, perfect mouth. This is the summer vacation you really deserve. Just remember, all of your cum belongs to me.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Several nights ago, after jerking off guys like I’d been giving out handshakes at some rally, I was feeling … something. All day I’d met everyone else’s needs. More than all day. All week, all month. For months and months. Giving and sacrificing myself to please others. And all with a smile on my face, but that night I had a need—a burning, desperate desire for someone to fulfill my needs.
I was in need. Londging to take, not give. And I knew who I wanted to take from. So I sent out a message to Jordan; it was a simple tease. A flick of my tongue along his neck to draw him in. Only the mother fucker didn’t respond. Minutes passed, then I opened my favorite porn feed and started to scroll. However, it only made my need burn hotter. For an hour at least, I toyed with my pussy, watching these clips and feeding the desire growling inside of me. Not letting myself cum until I could satisfy the need to conquer. That’s when he answered.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
My sweet boy FINALLY nailed a date for this year’s prom! His whole life, he has been shy and reserved. He was more into gaming systems than girls, and for a while, I assumed he was either Asexual or gay. So you can imagine how special it was for me to watch him talk about how she wanted his tux to match her dress and that he was anxious about finding the right corsage to highlight his boutonniere.
He wanted everything to be perfect for his little queen, and that made this Momma’s heart so happy. The afternoon of their special day was more relaxed for us than his little dates. She was running amuck getting her nails, hair, and makeup done. So he said anyway. I was less than surprised when my sweet boy approached me and asked for a favor. He confessed to still being a virgin ( Momma knew) and asked for tips to ensure his date would enjoy their after-party.
By Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
Oh, hey! Daddy hosts poker nights sometimes, but they aren’t like the games you see on TV. Daddy always asks me to be his free use poker night slut, and I am always eager to agree. Are you wondering exactly what that means? Well, Daddy has a big table with a soft green covering. It looks like a normal poker table with the card places and chip spots painted on it, but it also has four perfectly placed cuffs.
When it’s time, Daddy picks me up; of course, I’m not allowed to wear a stitch of clothing and lays me on my back. The table’s edge has a squishy, black mat that helps to make my neck comfy when my head falls over the edge. He cuffs my limbs and sits back to shuffle a deck of cards till the guys arrive.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I see you, Dirty Daddy. Standing in my bedroom doorway, just watching me. However, I like to pretend I don’t see you there. Sometimes, when I know you are watching me, I’ll take my slinky PJs off and lay on my back. I like to spread my legs open wide and begin to touch myself.
When my back arches and my head is pushing back into my pillows, I can just catch a small glimpse of my Dirty Daddy. His hand is buried in his sweatpants, and I know he’s touching himself too. We get so fucking hot watching each other.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
My sweet Davey is such a good reader, but sometimes, reading out loud makes him nervous. I thought it would be a good idea if instead of Mommy reading Davey a bedtime story, it would help him practice if Davey reads to Mommy. After he’d showered and got into his nighttime Diapee and PJs, Mommy sat at the head of the bed, and Davey snuggled back between my legs.
His back rested against my tits, and he held up his e-reader. We picked a dirty erotica story about a hot mommy in shiny pantyhose who took a stranger home and forced him into pampers. My hands played in Davey’s hair as he began and at first, he was okay. Then the story started to affect sweet Davey, and he began to trip and stumble over his words.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
I love men, no, cock. It’s cock I love. All shapes and sizes. I’m not a picky girl, not really. Sure, I have my preferences and demand plenty from my lovers, but often I’m easy to please. However, today I want a young stud cock. A big, fat, young dick that will stay hard for hours without help.
And I want that young stud cock to pound me hard. Harder than I’ve ever been fucked! I want my insides to stretch and ache as he uses my body to build our collective pleasure.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
For fucks sake, give in already. You’ve got a horny little jailbait bitch on your lap, curious about the flowers and the seeds. It’s your responsibility to educate today’s youth. My fat, underage pussy is slick and hotter than a fever. If you close your eyes, you can almost feel how tight I’d be, right?
Us chunky girls are easy targets, too, because we feel so insecure, but you, an older man, who acts as if he’s interested in me and tells me I’m pretty, pttff, you’ve never seen virgin thighs spread faster.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I’ve never been one to fit into traditional gender roles, so when my newest boyfriend commented that he expected a hot meal to be on the dinner table waiting for him when he got home from work, I simply rolled my eyes. If a man wants a traditional woman, he better be prepared to be a conventional man.
And since I don’t imagine Travis building me a home with a white picketed fence and paying ALL of my bills to support me, the only hot mean he’ll be served is the one between my legs. I didn’t say that, though; I simply kissed him goodbye and wished him a good day at the office.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
“Let me oil you up.” It wasn’t a question, but I wouldn’t have disagreed anyhow. I didn’t mean to sway back against him, but something in his tone pulled me in. My ass met his thighs, and my back felt the warmth of his chest. My head nodded, and his hands smoothed over my hips and up my sides. I was wearing my favorite bubblegum pink bikini with a black lacey cover-up over it. It did nothing to actually cover my body but made me feel less naked.
Alfy’s fingers burned a hot trail as he moved them to my shoulders and peeled the cover-up back. This was the first time he’d undressed me, and the moment felt so heavy and dangerous. There would be no going back once we crossed this line. The Vegas sun felt like a spotlight on our inappropriate relationship. The Wet N Wild crowd took no notice of the careful line we’d been toeing. When he made a small approving sound in the back of his throat, I thanked my lucky stars that Randi couldn’t make this trip.