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francies game night

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

It’s game night, and I can’t help but get excited. I love when we gather around the table for some Table Top Games. You were so thoughtful, bringing snacks for all of us at the table. Everyone looks so cute in their little homemade outfits, dressing up as their characters. My character is very forward, and my outfit stands out quite a bit as the most scantily clad one in the group. I can see everyone’s erections as they approach the table for our Role Playing Game. It’s fun, and I love our time together, but I always have a different kind of role-playing in mind.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

All day long, I could hear loud bangs from his within his office. A binder had been slammed on the desk; his closet door had been thrown into its frame, and several other loud clangs I couldn’t identify had me jumping in my seat every so often. Something was really bothering the Boss today, and I didn’t know what it was, but it had to be bad. He was having a very hard day.

My desk sat just outside his doorway, and as his secretary, I managed his schedule. He had a very important meeting in thirty minutes, and some of the executives had already started to arrive. “Kayla!” His voice boomed from his office, and I scurried from my chair to step into his office.

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BBW teen tits worship

Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Everyone loves boobs. Big boobs are always better than small boobs, but BBW teen tits are honestly the best kind out there. You love how they bounce and, more so, how they jiggle. I bet you’d like to see them in hundred different positions. Look how delicious they look when I lie down. So kissable, right? Suckable and squeezable.

Imagine how they sway when I’m bent over on my hands and knees. Or how about when I’m riding that hard dick?

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Katie and I park, I shouldn’t have driven, but I knew if I called you for a ride, you’d be mad. So we stumble up the driveway, and Katie giggles that the house is dark and that we got away with it. I shake my head and point, the porch lights on, and I can see your shadow in the rocking chair. Fuck, I grab her arm and tell her we should just go to her house, but she flicks her long blonde hair over her shoulder, confident my brother won’t punish me with her there. She’s had a crush on you for a while, and it just makes me sick.
She drags me up the walk, and you stand up with your arms crossed over your chest. “Franny,’ You talk down to me. I hold a hand up to stop you and try to walk past you, but I teeter over into Katie. “Look, look. We’re fine. We’re going to bed. You don’t have to say anything.”

You roll your eyes and tell me how late we are and that you can see I’m wasted, which is inexcusable.

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Mistress's pet should only bark

xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

“W-wait,” My little pet whimpered under me as I lined the thick strap-on under his tail. I wound the leash around my fist and tugged up harder, so his collar pulled against his windpipe. “Hold on a second,” He choked. He tried to push himself up on his hands instead of his elbows to slacken the taunt leash. “Mistress, that one is too big!”

“What was that?” I growled and rammed the strap-on into his tight little pucker. “Pets should only bark.”

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

Bullying a cross-dresser is so much fun. Especially, when they hold the secret so close. Threatening exposure if they don’t obey! Hehe, they just fold like little sissies. Yesterday is a perfect example of how much fun it can be. I was over at my friend’s house and couldn’t help myself; I snooped in his closet. I suspected Jason was a little faggot, but I had no proof.

He didn’t hide his stash very well. I found a chest FULL of female clothing. It was hard to hide my giddiness as I gathered the hidden clothing in my arms and burst out of his closet. “What the fuck is this?” I laughed at the horror on his face.

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Kayla gets lost in the woods

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

A few of my girlfriends planned a hiking trip. It was supposed just to be an easy trail, up to a waterfall where we could swim and picnic, then head back home. However, Sarah said it would be like five hours max. I love the outdoors, and hiking is one of my favorite ways to enjoy nature, but I’m clumsy and directionally challenged.

Halfway up the trail, our sunny day changed within a blink of an eye. The wind whistled through the trees out of nowhere, and dark clouds raced overhead. With the sun gone and my hair whipping in my face, I didn’t see the moss-covered tree stump in the center of the path. Instead, I tripped, trying to catch up to the girls. Trying to right myself, I reached out for any branch, but the one I grabbed broke, and I lost my balance. My body tumbled and rolled painfully down the embankment. I finally stopped rolling and realized I was lost in the woods. Rain poured down from the angry clouds, and my friends were nowhere to be seen.

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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349

I love tanning. It makes me feel so much better about myself. Not to mention it’s so warming on a chilly day like today! I wanted to finish my day with a nice glow, so I swung into the tanning salon before going home after the gym. Normally, I check in with the same sweet girl who man’s the desk every day, but tonight she was nowhere in sight.

In her place was a shy boy. He was tall and lanky, or would have been if he stood up straight. When I approached the desk, he pushed his glasses up his nose and refused to make eye contact. I scanned my membership card and asked for fifteen minutes in booth B, my normal booth. He poked a few buttons on the tablet in front of him and nodded. “Go ahead; it’s open.”

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xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208

Valentine’s day, yuck. Love, yuck. Why do we even need a stupid lovey, dovey holiday when ninety percent of couples are unhappy anyway? It’s literally the dumbest day of the year. Just like every year, I won’t be going out and spreading the stupidity of the love fest.

No, for Valentine’s Day, I’m nice and comfy on my couch, in my favorite PJs, watching reality tv. The kinda stuff we should celebrate! Cheating and drama! That’s real life, not looOovveee. Just as I scrapped the last spoon full of ice cream from the empty carton, I heard a weird noise in my bedroom.  Being alone in the house isn’t normally scary, but I don’t often think an intruder is hiding in my bedroom. Armed with my spoon, I tiptoe down the hall and gently nudge my bedroom door open with my toe. I’m shocked to see cupid standing on my bed with his bright red arrow aimed right at me!

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Krysta 844-332-2639 Ext. 410

It comes as no surprise that I fucking love Valentine’s day! All the sweet treats and chocolates I’m gifted really satisfy my sweet tooth. What kind of candy is my favorite for Valentine’s, you ask? Mmm, it’s the cute little heart-shaped candy box! The one with dozens of little mystery chocolates stuffed with who knows what. Sometimes they come with a key that tells you what is in which candy, but I don’t read them anyway.

I love the thrill of sinking my teeth into a hunk of candy and not knowing what flavor will gush over my tongue. Will it be a tart cherry goo or a thick caramel? Maybe some stiff nougat or rich fudge? It’s so exciting! Much too exciting to share. No, you won’t be biting into any of my mystery chocolates this year. All you get to eat is MY candy box!

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