Tom 1-844-332-2639, ext 342
Faggot Training is about to commence. Hey you! Yes, you over there sitting on the couch. Like a lump of lard. You’ve been stuck at home and not been able to go out. Overeating and slacking off because you are so weak minded and soft. No excuses, faggot.
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You’ll feel the weight of my body baring down so sharply and shapely onto your own. The crushing sensation of having your body be forced to yield. my height expression. The delight in my eyes as you dance in pain. Its not a question of will I, merely, when I will.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 x 357
Mmm, it’s here!! Halloween is FINALLY here, and I wanna play! I’m wearing a tiny white lacey bra and matching THONG. My sheer GARTER BELT is holding up my sexy thigh-high stockings. I’ve sewn on the letters S-U-G-A-R in bubble gum pink to the front of my bra, and I’m twirling my pacifier around my finger. That’s right; I’m your favorite SUGARBABY, aren’t I?
I want you to take me out to the hottest Halloween party and show me off. Let me hang on your arm and KISS sweetly at your neck as you chat with your jealous friends. What do you think your friends will say about your LITTLE FUCK TOY? Hmm? Will they tell your wife you had a tiny CUMDUMPSTER running amuck at the party? Or maybe they’ll try to buy my time with your permission?
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Its like having all the control and not having to do any of the work, just because fetishes! Hehe. They just wanna suck on my cute lil Asian toys, see my pretty little slanted eyes, listen to me gush about all the dorky nerd things they’re too embarrassed to admit they like…
Phonesex with Felicity 1844-332-2639 x 270
You’ve been CAUGHT! Every time I leave you home alone, my panty drawer is all messed up when I come back. My undies are ruffled as if they’ve been handed and folded back hastily. They are all out of order and mixed, thongs and cheekies piled with the boyshorts and gstring. Not at all like I organize them when I do laundry. Sometimes I even think I’m missing a pair or two. I know I’m not crazy; it had to be you.
Only I couldn’t prove it until now. I’ve caught you with your hand in the panty drawer, little boy.
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TS Alexus 844-332-2639 EXT 349
The good-looking man at the podium appeared to have everything perfectly prepared for his lecture. His sexy glasses slid down the bridge of his nose while he thumbed through some papers while the rest of the students settled in. I was happy to have arrived early for a front-row seat.
The professor began his lecture, and I felt his eyes find my long legs. He cleared his throat, a feeble attempt to focus; I wasn’t about to let that happen.
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Caught Sneaking: Daddy knew I was sneaking out of the house, but he didn’t know what I was doing when I went out so late at night. He didn’t want to confront me until he knew what I was doing and where I was going. So, Daddy waited until I snuck out one night and carefully followed me.
Daddy followed me to the local adult bookstore and watched me duck inside. He waited until he thought I might be safe and settled in whatever I was doing in there. When he opened the door, he watched my jean covered ass slip into a back room. Daddy asked the helpful attendant what was in the backroom and was told for ten bucks he could find out for himself. So, Daddy paid the fee and entered another door pointed out to him by the store attendant.
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Girl Fight. Recently, I was in a phone sex girl fight to win over a big thick cock. He had a girlfriend waiting in a hotel room and came down to the bar where this hot blonde MILF was prowling around. When he sat next to me at the bar, I let him buy me a few drinks while we flirted. Then he dropped the bombshell that he was at this conference with somebody else. I told him I could give a fuck less, and the biggest smile spread across his face.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357
The car sputtered to a stop a hundred miles from the nearest gas station. Hell, I hadn’t seen an exit in I don’t know when. The desert stretched out in front and behind me for as far as I could see. The late afternoon sun beat down on my back as I stood in front of the car with the hood open, looking down at who knows what.
There was no smoke billowing from the shut-off engine anymore, and everything looked exactly the same as it had last time I glanced in here. Of course, it didn’t help that I didn’t know what I was looking at then either. With a heavy exhale, I slammed the hood closed and leaned my ass against it.
Not a cloud in the sky or a car on the highway. My cell had no service, and I was royally fucked. I glared up at the sun, knowing as hot as it was now, soon it would be freezing—the curse of the desert. I needed a way home, and I needed one fast.
Sweat beaded down the back of my wife beater and soaked into the waistband of my daisy dukes. I pushed myself off the hood and kicked the dirt. Maybe I should start walking? That seemed like a dumb idea but the only option at the moment. Hanging around here with a busted-ass car wasn’t gonna do me no good. I grabbed my keys, locked the broken-down car, flipped it off, and started back toward Las Vegas.
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Sitting on the bleachers watching the football team practice while working on my calculus homework, my mind drifted off. What did it drift off to? That’s an excellent question. The answer would be I was fantasizing about fucking the football team. All of them, at the same time, like a challenge. I was trying to focus on a multiplication property derivative problem when the quarterback came up and leaned on the railing. Him and I had fucked before, and I had let him know about wanting to be shared with a whole group of sexy men. Grinning at me he told me to meet him in the showers after practice because he had a big surprise for me. He planned to watch me fuck the entire football team in the showers when the coach released them.
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