Category: barely legal

Financial Fetish Specialist

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

You have special needs. The things you crave are dangerous if allowed to get out of hand. Your choice of kink can start innocently enough, but it’s a slippery slope into obsession. Before you know it, you’re addicted! That next fix could be the straw that puts you in debt or leaves you homeless. The craving can get so strong that you find yourself skipping work just to indulge.

For these reasons, you need a financial fetish specialist. Kayla Cumsalot is well-versed and experienced in balancing financial addictions. Whether you can give a little or give a lot, she’ll know exactly how to keep your coin in check.

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Payton 1844-332-2639 ext 431

I catch you in your sleep and touch you with hopes of arousing you discreetly. I run my fingers over your nice moist lips Feeling your breath.. in and out. I love having you as my subject, willing to do pretty much anything I want. I feel you loosen up and are becoming aroused, even though you are still partially asleep.  I continue to tease you and start to feel your hardness. You are making motions and you’re becoming very erect.

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MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236

Addicted to stroking and begging to cum. That’s just part of the fun. Of course you love jerking that dick incessantly. Do you do anything other than stay inside and stroke? It’s all you can even think of.  Another pathetic loser is addicted to jerking his gherkin. Obsessed is really putting it lightly. While the rest of us were out living our best lives you were sitting there jerking your little gherkin.

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Daddy made me do it

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

After a long week, my body and mind were over-tired, and even hours after bedtime, I still couldn’t fall asleep. I thought maybe watching some tv would help me zone out, but as I turned the corner into the living room, someone else was already there. Daddy was sitting on the couch in just his boxers, legs sprawled out and reclined back. He must have seen me out of the corner of his eye because he looked over, lifted his arm over the back of the couch, and asked what I was doing.

“I can’t sleep.” My shoulder shrugged. I walked over and sat down on the cushion next to him. His hand curled around the back of my neck, and he pulled me toward him. My head laid on his lap, and he started running his fingers through my hair.

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hot girl on Santa's lap

Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

It’s my favourite time of the year when this teen slut gets to sit on Santas lap! And it was time for my annual visit. My friends and I love to get dressed and go sit on his Santa’s lap. Why you ask? Ummm have you seen his big hands? Do you know what those fingers feel like inside you! Plus, older guys are hot.

It’s a tradition my girlfriends and I have. We meet up at the mall. Do some shopping and then get off with Santa. Not every tradition needs to involve purity at Christmas you know! Sometimes being a bit kinky is just as fun as wholesome family traditions.

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Franny Attends his holiday party

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Liam didn’t even look back as he strode off the dancefloor. He had left me in my lingerie, my beautiful dress now just a puddle on the floor. I could have said no, or picked up my dress and screamed that I didn’t want to play. But I did. I desperately wanted to be a good girl for him. Not to mention how badly I ached for whatever my reward would be.

My throat felt dry as I tried to swallow. The crowd of middle-aged men was upon me now. I didn’t know why Liam had brought me as the entertainment for his holiday party, but I knew I wasn’t going to disappoint him.

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WILLOW 1-844-332-2639, ext. 230

Snowballing  – What better way to be festive during the holidays than snowballing? Just imagine me and one of my 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.

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MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236

Santa likes to stroke it and he is addicted to stroking just like you. In fact, all you want for Christmas is to stay inside and stroke. It’s all you can even think of. Houston, we have a problem. Another pathetic loser is addicted to jerking his gherkin. Obsessed is really putting it lightly.

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Around the Holidays, my family gets together to watch old home movies. My Dad loves photos and videos. Almost every memory I have of him includes his phone in his hand, pointed at my sisters and me. We didn’t think it was unusual because it’s just how things were. He would say some people miss important moments in their lives because they don’t know what’s important until it’s over. Dad claimed he didn’t want to miss a thing.

This year, my mom was away to take care of my grandma, and my sisters were busy with their lives, so it was just Dad and I parked on the couch, ready to watch some of the home movies he’d taken. The first one he played was of little Krysta decorating the Christmas tree.

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Felicity has to change Mr. Stinky Pampers

Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270

I shouldn’t have trusted him, that Mr. Stinky Pampers. Obviously, he wouldn’t tell me when he had to go potty because he LOVES to be the stinkiest stink around. However, I did trust him. We went to a birthday party that was full of happy littles running amuck. “Be sure to come tell me if you need to use the restroom.” He nodded and darted off to play.

The other Mommies were gathered around the presents and food, so I went over to mingle. Between the gossip and conversation, I didn’t realize how much time had passed until someone yelled, “Peeewwwww!”  My eyes got wide, and the smell hit my nose. I knew immediately that that smell had to be Mr. Stinky Pampers, but where had he gotten to?

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