Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
He kept trying to read my expression, searching for some kind of hidden meaning that simply wasn’t there. Every compliment rolled off of me like rain on glass, every carefully chosen word was met with a polite smile and nothing more. “I’ve never met anyone like you,” he said one evening. “I believe you.” I replied taking another sip of my drink.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
My boyfriend, Angelo, was currently in the other room, with his headset clamped over his ears. His thumbs twitched against a controller as he navigated digital battlefields. He felt safe there, cocooned in a reality where he was the hero. Unlike the reality of our house.
My “friend,” William, had stopped by and was leaning against our kitchen island. He didn’t look at me with the weary, predictable comfort that Angelo offered. He looked at me as if he was planning to devour me whole. After a bit of innocent flirting back and forth, William stepped closer to me. “He’s still playing?” he murmured, before licking his lips.
Francie 1844-332-2639 xXx 208
“Can I come with you this time?” Barry begged from his knees. I didn’t even respond. The night I met Don, Berry and I had been out to dinner, and when sparks flew, he just happened to come along for the ride. Don loved the idea of my Husband witnessing how he fucked me, but only once. Our first hook-up was magic. His big black cock was better than any dick I’d taken before, and he knew exactly how to use it.
Barry was humiliated that he’d cum in his pants just watching us make out, and then his pathetic cuck cock spewed several more times that night. Don and I continued seeing each other, of course, the sex was too good to give up, but Barry had never been allowed to watch again.
Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Mark was huddled into a pathetic, trembling ball on the floor. He worshipped the ground I walked on, but the problem with worship is that it doesn’t fulfill needs. The problem with Mark was that he was soft, in every sense of the word. And when it came to fucking me, he was simply inadequate. He knew it, I knew it, and frankly, we both grew tired of the inevitable disappointment that followed his pathetic, brief attempts at trying to make me cum. So, I decided to give him exactly what we both needed – the chance to watch a real man take what he couldn’t.
I checked my watch. “Get up, Mark,” I said, excitedly. I was looking forward to seeing him realize his own inadequacy reflected in the eyes of a superior man. “Julian is coming over,” I announced, pouring myself a drink. I took a slow sip, while watching him. “You’re going to stay and you’re going to watch.”
Sawyer 1844-332-2639 Ext 455
Being submissive isn’t always easy. You have to have the confidence, trust, and be so obsessed with me that if I say jump you ask me how high. So many men say that’s what they want. That’s the lifestyle they want to live, but when it comes down to it they don’t want to release full control. Being a
Gabrielle 1-844-332-2639 ext 469
Father’s Day was creeping up, and I knew how lonely my stepbrother was. We don’t have our parents anymore, and even though I have my own little family, family is still important to me. One night when I was talking to him, he confessed his darkest fantasy. He knew what I did for work, so I had no problem listening and indulging him.
He always had the hots for me since we were young. We separated when I was young and reconnected when I was much older. He wanted to be tag teamed by me and his other sister. She was no longer around either, but I was still here to satisfy him.
I was on the phone in Georgia, with him in Maryland. It was time to satisfy myself, so I got on my eight in dildo vibrator. As I straddled it and slid down, riding it between my legs, I let him tell me about his fantasy in great detail. I let him describe every detail while I rode up and down, grinding my hips on this rod, feeling it pulse and vibrate inside my pussy and throughout my body.
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Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407
I stood at the kitchen window, watching my husband, Arthur, shuffle across the yard to tend to his prized roses. There was a time when his steady, predictable nature felt like a sanctuary, but lately, that stillness had begun to feel more like a cage. I regularly found myself longing for more. And thankfully, I found it in a much younger man. Our gardener, Juan.
It wasn’t that I sought to destroy what I had built with Arthur, but rather that I felt a desperate need to reclaim a part of myself that had been suppressed by the weight of age and expectation. When I met Juan, his youthfulness was like a mirror reflecting a version of me that hadn’t yet surrendered to the routine of growing old.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
My head rested against the dirty window of my boyfriend’s POS car. The whole thing rattled as we waited at the red light, as if it would shake itself to pieces, scattering along the roadway, leaving us sitting on our asses with nowhere to go. He was talking about his office job and how no one respected him or his position. The complaints made my eyes roll into the back of my head. It’s too bad you can’t help who you love, because my heart sure picked a fucking loser when it settled on this one.
The roar of an expensive engine shivered through my chest, and I looked out the window. A muscled biker had just pulled up beside us at the light. His helmet mask was so black I couldn’t see a single feature, but when he turned that mask toward me, my heart pounded.
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.
Kinky Kara 1-844-332-2639 ext 306