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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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

I keep having this really weird dream. I kinda thought it wasn’t a dream, but when I told daddy about it, he said it sure sounded like a dream, and I shouldn’t tell anyone else about it. So I guess he maybe just doesn’t want people to know how pervy my dreams are. But I kind of wanna tell you if that’s okay.

While I’m sleeping, late at night, or maybe it’s early In the morning before the sun comes up, I don’t really know, but I hear my bedroom door creak open. I pull the cover over my head in case it’s a monster. You know they are supposed to go away if you don’t look at them in the eyes, but this one comes into my room every night.

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MORGAN 1-844-332-2639, extension 236

Addicted to stroking is what you are. Did you do anything this summer other than 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

My ex is OBSESSED with me. He calls, texts and emails me every single day since we broke up. Jake tells me he misses me and wishes I would give us another chance, but I’ve already moved on. I stopped responding to his attempts assuming he would just get the hint and fuck off, but he hasn’t.

So I told my new Beau we were going to stop by Jake’s to help him understand I was finished with him. Before going over, I put on Jake’s favorite outfit of mine. A green pencil skirt and button-up tank top. When we knocked on his door, he was shocked to see me. He let us in, and I started to yell at him.

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Avery 1-844-332-2639 ext. 228

Do you want to suck me dry just like the man in my kinky Halloween dream? I started having this weird, but also hot, dream recently, and it hasn’t stopped.

In my dream his eyes were staring at me through the darkness. My mind is hazy. I stir awake and look around my room. Nothing out of the ordinary. I get up and look out the window. But I see nothing strange. So I begin to turn away until a glimmer catches my eye. It’s in the garden.

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deviant phone sex

Deviant Phone Sex

Happy Halloween pervert. I see you received the invitation to my party. Cum on in I promise it is going to be lots and lots of fun with plenty of party favors to go around too. We have plenty of games that we are going to play, and my little friends are so excited. How about pin the tail on the pussy, I mean donkey. Or maybe bob for cock, I mean apples and we are definitely going to have a fuck fuck tight holes tournament. Of course, I mean goose, silly. Where is your mind tonight? Fucking depraved perv. But seriously I didn’t expect much from you anyway.

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Topless Kayla is his little toy

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

It took months of convincing, but here I am, checking into the oceanfront hotel under his name. Speaking it aloud at check-in gives me a thrill. There’s power behind his name; people know him here, and they know I’m not his wife. Whatever thoughts the hostess has, she keeps them to herself and shows me to the suite he’s picked out just for me. A whole weekend dedicated to being his little fuck doll.

The arrangement has perks for both of us, and the excitement of being just his call girl has my panties wet. Before she leaves me in the empty suite, the hostess hands me a small card and notes the outfit across the bed. I thank her and show her to the door before I read his note.

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