Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
As we grow into new stages of life, we meet the people who will help get us through the next phase. That’s why Emmi has me. Her growth has been exceptional, and a sensual, confident woman is blooming right before my eyes. We’ve been chatting about hair and makeup lately, and I thought it was time for a Kaykay Makeup tutorial… of sorts.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
I’m not always a bad girl. Sometimes I like to sit quietly and listen to sounds that make me feel good. But, have you ever noticed that some sounds are more satisfying than others? Like how a foreign accent can give you chills or a soft scratching noise can make the hairs on the back of your neck stand up? That’s kind of what ASMR is. It’s listening to an array of sounds that make you feel good, almost as if you’re getting a brain massage. Sometimes they give you goosebumps and other times, they can just help you fully relax.
One of my favorite ASMR sounds is when I whisper so softly that you have to lean into the phone to hear me. When I’m speaking to you like this, I know I have your absolute focus. Every nerve ending in your body is straining to listen to what I’m cooing in your ear. Every now and then, you need to slow down and take a break. Let’s have a relaxing ASMR session and see how it makes you feel.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
My Brother Dough started dating this sexy little candy girl, Cindy. I teased him that his pretty new toy and I looked so much alike that he must be thinking of me when he’s tasting her. Of course, he denied it, but I know he thinks about me in ways he shouldn’t.
Ever since my tits grew in, his girlfriends have been petite blondes with sweet smiles and a seductive gazes. Sound familiar? Yeah, exactly. Doug totally has a forbidden crush on me. I wish he were man enough to just fuck me, but I guess I’ll have to fuck his little candy girl myself and tempt her into a threesome so I can taste my brother’s dick off her pussy.
•CANDICE 1-844-332-2639, extension 233•
I know there’s a lot of you out here who love the feeling of panty hoes. Something about that soft feeling all over your legs, and ass. The silky feel of them makes me feel sophisticated. Like I’m a fancy business women who has a secret. Do you want to know what it is? Pictures it, a little business lady needs to be thrown into the office and fucked over the desk. You want to tear open a hole in these panty hoes and take me like the dirty slut I am? Lets see who’s too scared to take on the big bad Candice. Continue reading “Panty hoes toes”
TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
You’ve heard of the Wartenberg Wheel? If you haven’t, go look it up. It’s a fun little sensory toy that looks like a pizza cutter but with tiny little spikes around its edge. As someone with a penis, you can trust me when we dig into a little CBT.
I’ll hurt you so good, Baby. We’re going to start by clamping stainless steel nipple clamps to your balls—the ones with weighted chains. You’ll love how firmly they bite into your skin. Your cock will be rock hard, and I haven’t forgotten about your dick. Next, I am going to pinch the skin on either side of your cock head. Just a fraction below where all the pulsing sensations will rush to your tip. That’s when I’ll drag the spikey wheel over that purple mushroom.
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
The problem with Mama playing with so many sissies and babies is that when I wanna get dicked down deep, there often isn’t anyone around to fill me up. Sure, I could go find some local big dick or some tasty BBC, but I wanna make love with my toys.
There’s something special about stripping a man of everything that makes him masculine and putting him in feminine lingerie, and then asking him to fuck me. The power shift is so heady it makes me horny. No one can blame me for wanting to make the connection that much better. However, it’s a rare sissy who carries a worthy clit, so I’ve made it a habit of putting my girls in hollow strapons.
Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410
So what? Yes, I’ve been a bit of a bully here and there. That doesn’t mean people can’t change! I can be sweet when I wanna be and I always want to be sweet when I want something. Which is why I make such a good Sugar baby. You want something, and I want something. I’ll be sugary sweet to you, dotting on you, worshipping you, adoring you, all while you pay me.
Handsomely.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The girls are pulling their hair into ponies or stretching on mats. I can see tight asses and deep cleavage as I strut out into the gym. My first practice as a new lesbian, and I’m so turned on by the eye candy. These girls count on me as their leader. I can’t be lusting over them, but also, I can’t think straight. Not easy being a lesbian cheer captain.
Tara asks if I’m ok, and I look at her mouth. Such a big bubbly smile; it would feel incredible if I rode her face. “I heard about you and Brad.” I nod and mumble. “Yeah, I’m fine. I think I’m just getting a cold or something.” She backs up and says
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
A call had come in, asking If I’d be willing to do a tiny bit of modeling for a high price. I love getting paid, and sitting in front of a camera seemed easy enough. So I agreed happily and jotted down the time and place for the shoot. It was just a few days away, and I could hardly contain my excitement. People always think I’m a shy and sweet girl, but I was ready to break out into a star!
My tummy felt odd when I arrived at the hotel where the address had led me. An uncomfortable notion crept through my system, but I shook it off. Just a few pictures and new, crisp hundred-dollar bills in my pocket would make it all worth it.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
It’s been like three weeks since our incredible night together. My friends told me it was bad news to fuck the boss, but Charles, I thought you were different. The chase was on during the first few months I worked for you. You were flirty and attentive. Engaging and so kind, however, as soon as I opened my legs for you for one fantastic night of fucking and what I thought was a deep connection, the chase ended.
As if a switch had been flicked for you. I was another notch in your bedpost, and once I was out of your system, you were done… but I’m not.