Category: body worship

Tiny Gross Girl

Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Boys can get off on some wild things. This one, in particular, likes to make me his tiny, gross girl. He loves it when I’m gassy and blech for him. Burping up whatever is in my little body for him to breathe in and get off to. He’s been begging for me to let the gas out in another direction, and I’ve been refusing for a long while. I mean, come on, girls don’t fart! Right? At least not in public or in front of boys.

He wants it so badly, though, that he tricked me. He dressed me in a super-sexy dress and high heels, then took me to a fancy Mexican restaurant. We ordered tepeches and the amount of rice and beans! My stomach was rumbling before we even got to dessert!

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

I was having so much fun with my friend Craig, and I knew I was going to see him again in a week. I only gave him one rule. “Don’t touch yourself while you’re away from me, wait for our next hang out time.” Well a week went by and it was time for him to come back over. The first thing I said when he walked in my house was, “Did you touch yourself while I was gone?” He looked at me with sad eyes, and all I could say was, “I know what that means; do you? You’re going to have to get punished for this! You broke the ONLY rule!”

I walked up to him and immediately pulled down his pants and undies. I put him in the corner like a bad little boy. He looked so ashamed and covered his little weewee. Walking up to him again, I told him to turn around and put his hands on the wall. Now his cute little bum was exposed. Ideas flooded into my head on what I was going to do.

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Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462

My hubby proved himself a devoted and submissive partner all year long.  Which meant he deserved a particularly special treat to start off the new year.  So, I picked out a deep dark stud for myself to surprise hubby the afternoon of New Year’s Day.  When I walked through the door with my handsome black friend, hubby’s eyes lit up with excitement and lust.  “Happy New Year!” I announced and leaned down and kissed him passionately.  Then I told him to get his ass in the bedroom and into his cuck chair for a special afternoon.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I got a call one night that an old friend wanted to get together and catch up. We decided to meet the next day and get some coffee. His name was Alex. I always knew him to be such a guy’s guy, so when he told me his idea, I was shocked! He wanted to be in a room surrounded by four or five beautiful women, fucked like crazy. I guess it was his version of a gang bang.

I told him we could get that arranged and he would have a fabulous time. It was a few days later and I had him come over to my secret dungeon. He confessed to me that he’s been in threesomes before but never surrounded by five women at once. He was a bit intimidated. I told him to strip down and get ready. I was shocked when I saw him standing hunched over, covering his small wanker. He was usually so much more confident.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

We were lucky to have fresh powder on the slopes the first day of our vacation up at the ski lodge. The crisp air filled me with so much energy, but watching Jason’s lean body navigate the trails ahead of me all day fueled me with a different kind of energy.

The sun sparkled off the snow-covered pines along the trail, and each time he turned to smirk at me, my tummy fluttered. I knew he was thinking the same thing I was. Yes, this was fun, but tonight would be beyond amazing.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 463

How many dirty little secrets do you have? I have an endless amount, but I’ll let you in on one little secret at a time. I want to tell you about the time I went to a sex club and was the center of a nine-person orgy. There were two other beautiful, sexy women, and six men in total. It was delicious!

I walked into the club, and the center room was painted black with a bunch of domination toys. I saw whips and floggers hanging all over the wall. There were a few couches set up in the room and there were already eight people in the middle of a full-fledged orgy. One guy popped his head up and he looked at me and waved me in. I was going to be the center of this orgy!

My clothes were stripped off and I let them hit the floor. I was left standing in my red and purple lingerie, with lacey panties and my stiletto heels. Walking over to the center, I pushed my way into the orgy. I got down on my knees on the floor and hand my hands resting on the couch ready for cocks to pump me full.

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Down In Our Basement

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Amber and I have been friends forever. We’re so close that living together just made sense. We like the same things, enjoy the same types of boys, and have so much fun together. But, like most girls… we have a deep, dark secret. A desire that borders on, shall we say, the illegal side of things? No one would suspect it from us. We appear so innocent and sweet, but there is a darkness inside of us that longs to be fed.

And so we feed it, down in our basement.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext 463

I invited my friend John to a weekend getaway at my fabulous cabin retreat. There was a lovely little secret that he didn’t know about though. I had an old metal rod bed that squeaked and creaked like crazy. It was like the more we fucked on it, the more noise it would make, and the harder I would cum. So, he doesn’t know yet, but he will soon find out.

After a long four-hour drive we arrived at my cabin. I walked inside and turned on the lights. It was a beautiful log cabin in the mountains surrounded by snow this time of the year. After waiting four hours, I had to jump his bones. I grabbed his hand and led him to the bedroom.

We started making out and I ripped his shirt off. I pushed him against the wall and made out with him harder. He grabbed me and squeezed me so tightly and pushed me onto the dresser. I was sitting on the dresser and wrapped my legs around his waist, and he picked me up. I always wanted to get fucked in the air. But I told him to throw me on the bed instead.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

When I say fill me up, I mean it. For me, the greatest thrill, the purest joy, comes in the shape of a man’s penis. Call them what you want – weiners, cocks – for me, they are nothing more than hard pleasure. The sight of one, firm and eager, makes my breath catch.

I love the feeling of putting a big juicy cock in my mouth. Thick and warm, sliding over my tongue, filling my cheeks, pressing against the back of my throat. It’s a delicious test of how much I can take and how deep I can go. The way it stretches my jaw, pushing, pulsing, making me gasp for air even as I crave more.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

Oh, Bryan. From the moment he walked into the room, my internal “boob-dar” (a finely tuned instrument I’ve developed over many years of living with these glorious twin peaks) started pinging like crazy. He had that particular glint in his eye, the one that said, “Yes, I see the whole woman standing before me, but also…have you seen those things?” I like to think of myself as having a reasonably charming personality, a witty repartee, and eyes that sparkle with mischief, but Bryan? His gaze, bless his heart, seemed to have been surgically realigned to a precise latitude just below my chin.

Our conversation was punctuated by an almost comical pattern. He’d start a sentence while his eyes valiantly attempted to meet mine, only for them to drift south with an almost gravitational pull before he’d catch himself. He’d blush slightly and restart with renewed (but fleeting) determination. I’m used to it, of course; being a woman of ample tittage means you develop a certain resilience, but with Bryan, it was less about objectification and more about an endearing, almost scientific fascination. He simply couldn’t help himself. Honestly, it was kind of adorable.

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