Little Rachel 1*844*332*2639 Ext 457

After I transformed my friend Brady into Brandy, and got her deflowered, she promised to use me as her cosmetology school model. I couldn’t wait for her to practice on me. I was excited to be her test dummy. Not only did I get the treatments for free but I got to learn things like how to do my makeup. I’ve never been really good at doing my own hair and makeup. Plus, I could use a little pampering after the long summer hours working at the breastaurant. So when Brandy called me for my first gig, I was so excited. But then she told me not to be. She said this one wasn’t going to be pleasant or glamorous. Then she had to go without explaining any further. I was curious and suddenly hesitant. But I knew I couldn’t let her down. I had already promised to be her model for every exam. And there was no time left to find a fill in. So I braced myself for the worst and headed over there. But I had no idea what to expect. My mind was running wild all the way over there.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449  

The afternoon sun beat down on the crowded city park, and all my attention was focused on the few inches of shared space on our picnic blanket. Around us, distractions abounded; a group playing volleyball, dogs chasing frisbees. To anyone passing by, we were just two friends enjoying a lazy Sunday.

No one saw the way your bare knee was pressed firmly against mine; an unyielding point of contact that sent my groin throbbing.

You shifted closer, leaning back on one elbow under the shade of a massive tree. The movement caused your sunglasses to slide down the bridge of your nose, exposing intense eyes that locked onto mine. “It’s beautiful out here,” you murmured. Voice low enough that it was almost swallowed by the ambient chatter.

Your hand was doing the real talking.

With agonizing slowness, your fingers trailed up my calf, tracing along the edge of my clothes. My breath hitched, quiet intake that I forced myself to mask by taking a slow sip of my drink. The sheer thrill of the surrounding crowd made my skin prickle with electricity.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

One of my favorite feelings is meeting someone new and realizing there is an entire story waiting to be discovered. Every person has secrets, experiences, dreams, and little quirks that make them unique, and I absolutely love uncovering them one conversation at a time.

Something is exciting about those first moments. Saying the first hello or the first laugh. Maybe even the first time you realize the conversation is flowing so easily that neither of you wants it to end. It feels like opening the first page of a book you already know you’re going to enjoy.

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Tara 1-844-332-2639 ext 323

I think voices can be unbelievably attractive. Sometimes, all it takes is hearing someone speak once to immediately feel drawn to them. A deep voice, a teasing tone, or soft laughter can completely change the energy between two people.

I love voices that sound calm, confident, and relaxed. There is something sexy about hearing someone speak slowly, like they know exactly how to keep your attention. A good voice can make even the simplest conversation feel playful and exciting.

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Cock Sleeve Kayla

Kayla cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357

At least one of you knows this about me, but I have this desire, this need, to be treated like a cock sleeve. You know the popular male masturbators you can buy that are molded after adult film stars? I’m not saying I want to mold my own and sell it. No, I want you to treat my body like your personal cock sleeve.

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paddle

Anna 1-844-332-2639 EXT 203

Mommy Anna’s Lover had sent her a gift for Mother’s day: a brand spanking new paddle. It was all leather, and just the right size for boys Ronnie’s age. Mommy Anna was so delighted when she opened the gift, she could barely contain her self or wait to have the opportunity to use it.

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Molly 1-844-332-2639 ext 449 

The storm had driven me into the sea caves, but it was the silence inside that truly trapped me. The water here didn’t crash; it lapped against the smooth rocks like a warm breath against skin. I waded deeper, the bioluminescent algae painting the water in an electric indigo that barely illuminated the area around me. Then, the water shifted; a slow, hydraulic swell rose against my thighs, wet and deliberate.

Out of the glowing depths, the first one emerged. It wasn’t rough, but impossibly sleek and cool. A dark, muscular ribbon of flesh breaking the surface without a sound. It brushed against my calf, an almost teasing, feather-light caress that sent an immediate shiver straight up my spine. I froze, my breath catching in my throat, terrified but transfixed.

Another rose, followed by three more; all of them slick and glistening with a pearlescent sheen. They circled me in the water, a slow-motion ballet of fluid muscle. One rose higher, draping itself over my knee. The underside was lined with soft, pale suckers that dimpled against my bare skin. The suckers didn’t hurt. Instead, they created a strange, rhythmic vacuum. A series of tiny, pulsing pressures that felt almost…

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Biker Takes Your Girl

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.

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In a Magic Bottle Part Three

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

Part One, Part Two 

My hips drove back away from the lash of the flogger, and he clicked his tongue against his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?” His big arm slipped behind me and pressed his forearm against the top of my ass to drive my hips forward. My feet almost came off the ground until just my tiptoes braced me in the cooling earth. His warm breath tickled along my throat, and he spoke something to the trees. His magic, as it had before, obeyed him, and the brace of the tree holding me in place extended to take the place of his arm and prop my pussy up for him. He then bit into my neck, and I screamed out.

A flock of nearby birds fled with the sound. Their wings flapping hard to escape the danger, I could not flee. “Mine.” He purred then licked the mark his teeth had left in my soft skin.

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Permission

Cory 1-844-332-2639 ext 407

“What if I don’t want to?” The moment those words left his lips, they shattered the careful dynamic of our session. My gaze became icy and fixed, watching the way he instinctively shrank as his eyes widened in fear. He knew better than to speak without my permission, yet his tongue had proven unruly.

I circled him, savoring the onset of a hunt, with my hands clasped firmly behind my back as I surveyed the pathetic tension radiating from his naked body. When I finally stopped directly in front of him, I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t need to. I simply tilted my head, looking down at his bowed crown with a mixture of disappointment and calculated authority. “Do you truly think your opinion is something I require, especially when it is offered so carelessly?” I asked, calmly.

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