Category: body worship

Gag On My Dirty Panties

Francie 1844-332-2369 xXx 208

“Did you go out with HIM again?” Donny followed me through the kitchen as I put down my purse and keys. He was sniffing around me like a jealous pet. “Did he cum in you? I told you to make him wrap it. I hate when he fills you up.” My eyes rolled so hard I thought they’d never make their way back to the front.

My finger poked his chest to make him back up. “You have no say. Why does it matter?” His knees buckled, and his lower lip pouted out. I could detect a small quiver. It was pathetic.

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Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

It started by accident…but now, it is the only way I can prove to myself that anyone is truly mine. I don’t want their words, and I certainly don’t want their affection. What I crave is the primitive, grounding sensation of being consumed by a man.

I like their tongue to trace the line of my collarbone, the curve of my shoulder, and the hollow of my throat, with a focus so intense it borders on reverence. I like the wet, rhythmic heat of their wet tongue against my skin, slowly and deliberately licking and treating my body like a melting confection. Like an ice cream cone.

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Trampled Fuck Boy

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

Boys are basically doormats. Really, they are. Nothing but flesh bags begging to be trampled. Travis knows his place and always lies down on his back so I can break in my new stilettos. The sharp points crave puncturing his skin, and I shiver when he hollers from under my weight.

Last night, he was wearing jeans and no shirt. I guess he thought the denim would protect him from my Louboutins. I stood near his hip and gave a swift kick to his hip. He wheezed a “Thank you, Goddess, please step on me,” and I lifted my left foot to his thigh. I stepped up and pressed all my weight into the ball of my foot. Giving him a small taste of what was to come.

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Stuck In The Elevator

Trans Goddess Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349

After a ten-hour workday, I was only a few floors from my bed. I rushed through the lobby of my building, “Hold the door!” I couldn’t miss the elevator. Everything had gone wrong, and if I didn’t melt into my bed in the next ten minutes, surely I would implode. It looked as if an implosion was imminent as the heavy metal doors continued to close. “Hold it!” I yelled again, pushing my high heels across the glossy marble. Just before the doors could close, a large hand gripped the door, and they backed up to let me in.

I almost fell into the box, panting embarrassingly with all of the day’s emotions becoming too difficult to contain any longer. “Th-thank you.” My hip leaned into the back corner, and I looked across the way to see who saved me. Of course, it was none other than my hunky ass neighbor, Chaz.

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Gabrielle 1-844-33-CANDY ext 469

It was a rare occasion, but my husband was home and it had been so long since we made love. I love partying with other guys when he’s gone, but sometimes I actually do miss him. I married him after all. But I thought it might be a nice change to punish him from being away so much, so I showed him a sexy video of me fucking a man twenty years younger than me.

Let’s get this video on the road and press play. The video started with me laying down on the bed and Randall on top of me. He had body oil in his hands and started rubbing it on my body. He covered my arms, my tits, working his way down my belly, all the way to my pussy and down my legs. I looked like a beautiful golden goddess.

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Hypnotic Breasts

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

You can’t look away. The way they wobble and jiggle. How these big breasts ripple with every shake and bounce. You’re hypnotized and addicted. It makes me laugh as I encourage you to keep stroking your prick long after it’s gone numb gooning to my hypnotic breasts.

You whine and pump but never blink. Dry, bleary eyes forced to watch as I shimmy and shake in front of you. When you’ve been jerking off for so long, just leaking precum and riding the edge, you are never allowed to cum.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One

Larry couldn’t help himself. So used to being in control that being tied down under me and not having his way was making him crazy. I could almost see the smoke of frustration wisping out of his ears. He felt so good, so hard against my pussy. I had to lift my hips before he convinced me to sit on his shaft. Instead, I slinked back down to sit on his thighs, and my right hand wrapped around his pussy coated cock. “Look at what a mess I’ve made.” I cooed more to his cock than to him as I began stroking his thick erection.

It pleased me to see his chest rise and fall as he tried to control his breathing. How cute it was to watch him fight so as not to beg me. My thumb smeared around the plump crown of his head to gather the heavy bead of precum, and when it drooled onto the pad of my finger, I lifted it to my lips—slowly, opening my mouth while looking into his dark, honey colored eyes. My tongue lapped at the bit of his juice before sucking my thumb into my mouth.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

A naked Lacie stood between Amber and me. We circled her, like predators assessing their prey. A lesson needed to be taught, and there was no one better to deliver it. “Let’s get you in this bra,” Amber told Lacie, who lifted her arms. Amber slipped the silky straps up Lacie’s arms and hugged her to clasp the bra tight.

From behind Lacie, my hands scooped into the cups, adjusting her tits so they sat up nice and pretty. Our student moaned at our touches, and we praised how pretty she looked. The lessons for today would be how to clean up a used pussy, both Amber and I were leaking into our panties, and to take cock like a girl.

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Melanie 1-844-33-CANDY ext 463

The warm weather was sticking around longer than usual, and I thought it was time for a beach day. I called up my best friend from high school, Josh, to see if he wanted to accompany me. He agreed and I picked him up in my convertible an hour later. I was wearing a hot pink bikini, with a pair of jean cut-off shorts over it and I looked so cute. I was hoping something would happen between us.

After we set up our towels and umbrella, it was time to take a dip in the ocean. I headed in the water head first and I was going to ride the wave no matter what happened today. Wave after wave crashed against my body, taking off my bikini top once. I was so embarrassed because Josh saw me, and he had never seen my tits before, but I think it gave him an idea.

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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

I’ve learned that the world is essentially a runway if you have the right silhouette. Every step I take feels like a choreographed performance. It’s almost a game at this point – counting the lingering men with their eyes locking onto the sway of my MILF ass. My hips sway with a deliberate, rhythmic grace that leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination.

I don’t shy away from their hunger. Instead, I adjust my stance just a fraction, letting the ambient lighting catch the contours of my BBL. That’s right, I have one. The blatant staring is a testament to the fact that my investment is working exactly as intended.

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