Category: body worship

Forcing A Bad Boy To Cum In My Panties

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Boys are so bad. They can’t help themselves. As soon as those pricks start to get hard, all reasonable thinking goes out the window. Caleb was at that age and kept breaking into my room to steal my panties. It was obvious it was him; no one else had any reason to, and soon I was outta draws. The boy would snatch em, do God knows what in em, and toss em out as if that would hide his guilt.

Mrs. Lea knows better! I’d had enough of this thieving. I stormed into his room naked with my last pair of panties in my hand. Caleb was on his bed when I marched in, and he sure looked surprised. “Wha-what are you gone do?” He tried to sit up, but I was quick and sat right on his face.

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Clean-Up Cuck

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I met someone’s son the other day. A hungry boy who confessed to me that his Mommy trained him to be such a good pussy cleaner but that he’d never had the pleasure of licking up a barely legal pussy like mine. He just happened to be in luck because, at the time of our meeting, my sweet slit was already leaking another man’s cum.

I traced my finger inside my cummy panties and then rubbed my finger under his nose. “Do you wanna show me what a good boy your Mommy has taught you to be?” The clean-up cuck’s eyes rolled back from the suggestion alone, and he nodded furiously.

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Cock Cage Consultant

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

I aint never heard so much complaining as I did through Locktober. So many boys must not know how to fit their dicks in proper cages.

Now that we are in No Nut November, I think it’s bout time you call the cock cage consultant and allow me to help get you fitted in the right size cage for you. See, I’d even bet you didn’t know there was sizes to the damn things, didcha?

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He Needs A New Slut

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My BBC best friend told me the other day how he was bored with the slut serving him, and he was in need of a new one. With a quick smile, I assured him I had the perfect little faggot for him.

You aren’t going to disappoint me and refuse, are you? No, I didn’t think so. We both know you’d do anything for me. You’d humiliate and degrade yourself for my amusement, and it just so happens that watching my thick dicked bestie fuck his massive cock through you would amuse me.

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Kaykay's Wallet Fitness

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All good daddies have worked hard to build their portfolios and bank accounts, stacking paper and fattening up their wallets as their success grows. That IS what makes them a Sugar Daddy, after all. No one wants a fake-ass Splenda Daddy who can’t provide because his money isn’t right. No, my wallet fitness program is for older men with bottomless credit limits and deep, deep pockets.

It’s at this pinnacle in a man’s career when Kaykay’s wallet fitness is a must! Success can quickly go to a man’s head, and if his fat wallet isn’t trimmed now and then by his greedy sugar baby, he might forget how important it is for him to keep working and bringing home that bacon!

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

It’s DAY OF THE HEAD, baby. That’s right, the day where I worship your wonderous cock. Because today is all about giving you the best damn blowjob of your life.

I’m the goddess who kneels before your altar, ready to take your entire length down my throat. The pressure on your dick from my tight lips and tongue is a heaven you’ve never experienced before.

It’s a celebration of my oral skills and the joy I get from gazing up at you in adoration as I service you. Watching the bliss on your face as I deepthroat your cock, gagging and sputtering on your meat. Mmm that sound never gets old. My throat is your happy place and your happy place is the second my tongue wraps around your prick.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

I once was prey, just like you. Weak, unseeing…mortal. That was until one late night in October when I got separated from my friends after a girls’ night in the city. We’d been drinking way too much and stumbled out of the club, intending to walk back to our hotel.

One minute, I was behind them, and then my high heel got stuck in a grate. I bent down in the street to wiggle it free, and when I looked up again, they were gone. The road had been crowded and loud, but as I scanned either direction for my friends, the entire street was eerily quiet. Under the street lights, only puffs of steam stretched across the space between buildings. Finally, I called out for them, standing up with one shoe in my hand.

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Fantasy Football Predictions

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Football season is upon us, and so many men are spending far too much time on Fantasy Football. The draft stole your attentions and now the games. However, it’s worse than you just watching and enjoying a little sports, no! You are turning your back on your team just because some random player on your rival team is on your roster!

I’ve decided to help make this season a little more fun for both of us. I miss you playing with me instead of watching all of the games nearly every day of the week, so I’ve set my AI intentions on plotting the game predictions to give you the best lineup possible.

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Amber 1-844-33-CANDY ext 404

It was a sunny afternoon in May and I was home from College for the weekend. It was the perfect opportunity to see my GORGEOUS 49-year-old neighbor, Mr. Gillis, who had been flirting with me since my birthday last summer. I had been dreaming about him ever since.

“You’ve always had the hots for me, haven’t you?” I asked, crossing my arms under my perky tits (so he could get a better view). I already knew the answer to my question.

“Yes…I suppose I have, Amber,” he admitted, a small smile playing on his lips. I smirked. “Well, I’ve always had a thing for you too,” I confessed, my voice low and sultry. Mr. Gillis’s eyes widened in surprise, but he quickly recovered. “Is that so?” he asked. I nodded, biting my lip. “Yeah,” I whispered. “I want you, Mr. Gillis. I’ve wanted you for a very long time.”
Before I knew it, we were standing in his kitchen. His hands roamed my body, cupping my ass and pulling me closer to him. I could feel his hard cock pressed against my thigh. My pussy was dripping with anticipation and I was desperate to feel him inside

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Filthy Encouragement

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When I walked into the room, Seth quickly put down his phone. He was lounging in the living room, and by the way, he laid the phone face down on his thigh. With the guilty look in his eyes, I knew he’d been up to something naughty. ” What were you doing?” I smiled and sat on his lap, rubbing at his chest to feel the racing pace of his heart.

“N-nothing, Franny.” His hand held my lower back, and I leaned forward to pluck his phone off his lap. “Wait, don’t!” He tried to grab the phone, but I held it out of his reach. I tsked him as I woke the screen up and realized he’d been scrolling a family friend’s social media…with a hard dick. Someone was in need of a little filthy encouragement, it seemed.

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