I absolutely love the twelve days of Christmas. Who doesn’t love presents for days? My Master was very generous this year and gave me so many wonderful gifts.
On the twelfth day of Christmas my Master gave to me twelve black cocks to gang bang. He knows I love BBC so much!
On the eleventh day of Christmas my Master gave to me eleven expandable butt plugs. Who doesn’t love a little anal stretching and training?
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Jemma 1844-332-2639 Ext 303 & Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Two-girl calls are among my favorite ways to shake up a boring workday. Recently, I got to dabble into a game you may have played a time or two, but I promise you haven’t played it the way Jemma and I do. We lured a helpless gooner into playing with us. You know how Gooners are. Once they start stroking their cock, they will do anything you tell them to.
Our mindless stroker was a good one. He has a big, beautiful cock we couldn’t wait to edge! Jemma played the green light; he couldn’t stroke his cock unless she said, “Green.” And I was the red light. This means that once Jemma said Green, he could not stop stroking until I said red.
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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
A little sissy bitch called and asked for hot wax play. I was thrilled to be his personal guide to the delicious pain and pleasure of dripping burning wax over his otherwise useless clit. You’ve read about this sissyslut before, so you can already imagine that he was whimpering when I asked if a candle was already burning.
The fool had a votive candle lit, clearly not knowing that a taper candle is the preferred tool for this type of play. The problem with a votive option is the wax puddles around the wick as it melts. Pools of melted wax are MUCH hotter than drops that dribble from the tip of a tapper.
Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303
I met Johnny and Rebecca at college and we became very close friends very quickly. At least, that’s how I explain it to people when they ask me now.
The truth is, I had a class with Johnny before I ever met Rebecca, or even knew they were dating, Johnny chose to omit that detail when we met.
So Johnny and I got along well. He and I loved to get stoned and watch TV together. We would laugh at old sitcoms and how much easier life was back then. We would get wasted together whenever we finished any kind of small college-related task.
It wasn’t very long before he and I started fucking like bunnies.
Then, I met Johnny’s long-time girlfriend, Rebecca.
I was infuriated, to say the least. I felt so betrayed. The worst part of all of it was that Rebecca was an awesome girl. Not only was she fucking hot, I could imagine her pussy was just as sweet as her personality.
Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303
My brother (Dave) works in the trades, commercial electrical I think. Honestly, I’m not sure, because all the words that men use about cars, plumbing, electrical, and the list goes on, are just way too hard for me to understand. Maybe my brain just doesn’t work as well as a man’s brain in that way.
Something I do know, all his guy friends in the trades are so fucking sexy. They work a lot of different kinds of construction jobs, so they’re all so buff, and muscular. Most of them all also tend to love to party.
Dave would be so mad if he knew how often I touched myself thinking about his friends. If I’m being honest, I would love to get fucked by an entire construction crew at once.
Lucky for me, when I bought my place, Dave ensured that all his friends knew to help me out with anything I needed, he didn’t want me to have a major repair I couldn’t handle alone.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
I grew up beside a pretty girl who was the same age as me. She was a spoiled little bitch. She and I had a lot of friends on our street in the suburbs back then. We all played with Barbies and listened to slutty girl bands on MTV.
Sabrina was the girl who lived beside me. As we grew older, she and I grew apart. Her parents seemed to argue a lot, I would always hear yelling from their house. Sabrina’s mom was this old, prudish, mingy-looking bitch. Sabrina’s dad was a pretty typical-looking guy, he worked in a factory, wore New Balance sneakers, and Nike golf polos and had your typical “dad bod”. He was hot though, and he would always be outside when I was washing my Volkswagen Jetta in my tiny, barely there, pink bikini.
As time went on, he would watch me all the time. As my cute little ass cheeks bounced walking around when I walked. When my perky tits would almost pop out of my top I could see him start to lose it.
Jemma – 1844-332-2639 ext 303
Every little girl loves Disney princesses, including myself. The glamour and the royalty seem to be fun. After all, Megan Markle went from being on Suits and The Hallmark Channel to being a princess in real life, why can’t I do the same thing?
My vibrator was not cutting it, I was touching myself constantly because I was so wet and horny all the time.
Snow White and the other Disney princesses have always been a bit of a turn-on for me. I fantasize about all of them.
For a while, I had been casually hooking up with this guy named Ben. So I decided to make my fantasy become a reality.
I was wearing a royal blue push-up bra and a short yellow pleated skirt. My hair was curled with a red ribbon hairband. My lips, the most luscious red lipstick.
I texted Ben and told him to come over and that I was waiting for him in my bedroom. I told him to let himself in and meet me there.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
You came to visit your naughty Auntie and told her husband that you were there to help her install curtains in her bedroom. Completely oblivious and without a clue, her husband let you in. When you came upstairs, you grabbed her kissed her hard and lustfully. How you both missed one another so shamelessly!
Jemma 1844-332-2639 ext 303
I’ve always been a party girl and I’ve always been the life of the party. I liked to hang out and smoke with guys when I went to parties, I never had my own and if I dressed slutty, I knew I would always be able to ask guys for some.
By this point in time, Tommy and I had been hooking up in secret for a bit. It was funny because in all the years I had known Tommy and fantasized about finally being able to taste and receive his big cock, I had no idea how tiny his cock was.
The very first time he fucked me, he told me I would like it, because even though all my holes are so tight, Tommy has the smallest cock I have ever seen in my life. I’m not exaggerating, his cock is tinier than my pinky finger. His fingers are bigger than his cock when it’s hard.
So he and I are smoking at this party, sitting there and laughing and chatting. He turns to me and I think he’s about to kiss me, but instead
Tessa 844-332-2639 Ext 445
There’s something exhilarating about the meals that we have together. You and I both get all dressed up for these excursions, and then we sit there and partake in an activity that would normally be considered vanilla. We don’t really do vanilla, so we make it into our own sick and twisted version. From a slutty MILF’s perspective, it just makes a boring adventure so much more appetizing and palatable. And I know you totally get off on the fact that no one else knows what’s going on underneath the table.
We were at this gorgeous, not to mention quite expensive restaurant. We ordered so much food. The looks we were giving each other were enough to put us into overdrive. We both enjoy getting out of our element though. Your eyes don’t hide a certain look of anticipated twisted fun. And I fully admit, divulging in something other than boring completely soaked my silky smooth black panties.
From under the table, I removed my panties, which by the way were soaked with my sweet nectar. I handed them to you.