Zia 1-844-33CANDY ext 402
I know I’m hot, okay? I’m a pretty little homewrecker. Just look at me! I have the most amazing tits, the tightest little pussy and ass, and a smile that brightens up a room. This girl has been wrapping men around my little finger ever since I was in plaid mini skirts and knee-high socks. Being a naughty little tease is so much fun for me. My hot, young pussy and tight ass have even destroyed a marriage or two.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
Have I ever told you about when I went to pierce my slit? I mean, technically, it’s my pussy mound, but I was a little afraid and wanted to start somewhere safe. See, I’d heard if you pierce your clit you have like a fifty percent chance you could get MORE feeling in your clit, but the other fifty percent is that you could LOSE feeling!
Um, losing feeling in my clit is not something I want to risk, but the process was so unbelievably hot that it might just be worth the risk.
I have never been shy. One night, my best friend and I had a sleepover. It was two of our other friends and me for her birthday sleepover. It was shortly after one o’clock, and I couldn’t sleep. Looking around her room, everyone was asleep but me. Maybe a drink of water will help me sleep, boy. Was I wrong. what I needed was a huge daddy cock. I walked into the kitchen and noticed that my best friend’s dad had some fairy dust. He didn’t expect me to be up. He thought that he could have a late-night session all by himself. He smiles and says hello, spencer. I return the sentiment the same. have a seat. He tells me I will make us a drink. He returned with a grey goose on the rocks and cranberry, to my surprise. Continue reading “Bestfriends Dad And The Naughty Sleepover Phonesex”
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
Tag Teaming Your Cock – The more the better when it comes to your cock. Picture me and one of my super hot friends taking turns sucking your hard, throbbing cock. Then right at that moment when you can’t hold back even a second longer you erupt with volcanic orgasm, shooting your load straight into my mouth. But instead of just swallowing your load I turn to her and give her a hot, cum-filled kiss. Sharing your cum with her as I kiss her. Continue reading “Tag Teaming Your Cock”
I am so tired of these older men who only please their cocks. I have fucked that last guy the same age as me. that was when I met kyle, eighteen years old. Kyle’s first year of college. I was his professor on human sexuality in societal terms. He came to me and asked if there was maybe private tutoring that I could help him within my class. I sat on the edge of my desk and crossed my legs as I asked what kind of tutoring he needed. he explained that he was having trouble with the societal terms of sex.
Being your favorite teen slut is a tough job. I was sucking on a lollipop and teasing the boys when I came across one of the hot daddies in my neighborhood. he knew I was a teen slut just by the way I sucked my sucker. I was standing there with one of my best friends. When my dad’s best friend saw me bending, overexposing my pink panties, he said hey spencer, does your mom know you’re out this late. It was maybe thirty minutes past my curfew. Well, Mr. Samuels, if you don’t tell them, they will never know a thing. I gave a quick smile, and I could see his cock standing at attention. While my parents are out, this is the perfect time to see if he will fuck my teen cunt. Continue reading “Your Favorite Teen Slut Part 1”
WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230
Manipulating married men is what I am good at. In fact, I am all about it. Even though I am young, I’ve been mindfucking men for a relatively long time. It all started on the playground. Those dumb boys were always chasing me even then. Now the only difference is that the world is my playground. I am what you would call a natural. You on the other hand have been a complete failure when it comes to women. Unfortunately, you just aren’t man enough to score the kind of pussy you’ve always dreamed of.
At first, you will actually be under the impression that this is real. You will be convinced that I actually like you and want to fuck you. Nothing could be further from the truth of course. Deep down you will know that, but you just can’t help yourself. People always seem to believe what they want to believe ignoring the obvious.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I knew you had your hands full when you moved in next door to me. So I skipped over and offered to babysit for you and your wife anytime. She seemed so relieved to have a reliable teen in the area who could do such a thing. I mean, I come with great references, and I’m super affordable… so long as the Daddy gives me what I want.
The first time I watched the tiny monsters, I asked you to walk me home. It was dark and sure, it was a short walk. You never know what could happen. We got to the side of my garage, and that’s when I made my move. “You know five dollars an hour is well under the going rate for a sitter?” I tease you as I rub my hand over your crotch. “shh, I won’t tell your wife, but if you don’t let me suck the cum out of your cock, my rate triples from here on out.”
Daddy’s shower needed remodeling. So, he snuck into my room to use my bathroom for his shower. I heard him turn the shower on and gave him a few minutes to be wet and soapy. Then I snuck into the shower to put my plan to fuck daddy into action.
He was startled when he heard the door click open and then close. I looked him up and down, all covered in soap and water. It made me want to move closer and start using my tongue to lick up water droplets.
Krysta and I met while taking a statistics class in college. We became fast friends and thick as thieves. I helped her with the concepts and problems. She kept me entertained with her comments about the monotone the professor had a tendency to use during lectures. It wasn’t our fault he insisted on wearing sweater vests and talking like that dude from Ferris Bueller. Usually, I can bite my lip and keep my giggles in. But this past Thursday, Krysta was in rare form, and I lost it in a fit of giggles. The professor stopped his lecture midsentence and announced that Krysta and I would be staying after class for a discussion on respect and proper classroom etiquette. I immediately felt cowed by his stern voice, but Krysta just kept mumbling snarky comments under her breath about how we’d see who would show who what after class.
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