☏ Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203 ☏☏☏ Zesty Zoey 1-844-332-2639 Ext 403 ☏
Ronnie was on his way to play outside when he overheard Mommy Anna in her room. She was talking loudly and began swearing in Italian. Suddenly he heard her yell the word ‘’Schifoza!’’ which for some reason, sounded like music to his ears. As he took off out of the house, he began to repeat the word over and over in an effort to memorize it.
Janine 1-844-332-2639 ext 462
Hey there obedient faggot, you don’t like it as sweet and sensual as my sissies do. You like it a little more real and rough. It’s not necessarily soft and prissy when it comes to faggots like you. Because you know what you are and need a more in your face reminder. So, you need to be ready to get down on your knees whenever and wherever I tell you. My faggots give on demand blow jobs to any and all of my friends. I expect my faggots to be obedient at all times. So, my faggots are ready to drop to their knees or drop their panties at a moment’s notice.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
“Sir,” I purred, my voice low and husky just as instructed. “I’ve been bad, haven’t I?” I arched my back in exaggerated submission, the crimson skirt riding up to expose my bare thighs.
My “master,” an imposing figure in his sixties with a greying beard sprinkled with stubble, chuckled, his eyes glinting with amusement. “Indeed, my little good girl. But fear not, for a stern discipline is just what you need.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Dirty Auntie Anna decided to surprise her naughty nephew. She had missed playing with him and fucking him. She thought it would be fun to drop by unannounced, and so she left the bar she was at, slutty as ever and prowled her way to her nephew’s doorstep.
Continue reading “Dirty Auntie Anna, her Nephew and his Friend”
Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248
The crisp autumn air filled my lungs as I strolled hand-in-hand with my boyfriend, Ethan, through the sprawling orchard. Rows of knobby apple trees stretched before us, their leaves rustling in the gentle breeze. We had arrived early, eager to beat the crowds and savor this idyllic fall morning together.
As we wandered deeper into the orchard, a strange, pulsating rhythm began to filter through the branches above. It sounded like a primal chant, growing louder with each step. Ethan and I exchanged curious glances, our hearts quickening in unison.
Suddenly, a burst of carnal moans replaced the chant, sending shivers down my spine. We rounded a bend in the path, and the scene that unfolded before us was nothing short of surreal.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357
My Dad’s best friend, Rick, thinks I have no idea how horny he is for me. He tries to play it cool and hide his boner every time I prance into the room, but it’s so obvious how weak he is for me. Last night, he was over our house, drinking and playing music in my Dad’s garage. I’m supposed to leave the boys alone while they are playing, but I was bored. I poked my head through the doorway and wiggled my fingers at my Dad, who rolled his eyes and set down his guitar. “What are you doing, Kayla? It’s a school night, you should be in bed.” I pouted out my lips and slipped into the room, wearing my tiny PJ tank top that hugged tight over my growing breasts and showed a lot of my tiny midriff. The matching PJ shorts were a touch too small, and the bottoms of my buttcheeks peeked out under the short hems. I folded my hands together behind my back and swayed side to side, batting my lashes at Daddy.
“But you guys are playing so well, can I just sit and listen for a little bit?”
Jackie 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 330
I ain’t one to gossip, but Lord have mercy, I got myself into a right ol’ pickle last night! Name’s Jackie, y’all, and I’m a cup-a-coffee-over-a-size-10 kinda gal, blessed with curves that could rival a ripe peach basket. After knockin’ back a few too many margaritas at Sue Ellen’s, I decided it was high time to mosey on home. Called up that Uber ride-share thangy, and before I knew it, I was sittin’ in the backseat of a sleek sedan, my skirt ride-high and my panties drenched with anticipation.
Now, this driver, bless his heart, was built like a Greek god – chiseled jaw, smolderin’ eyes, and arms that could snap a two-by-four in half. I ain’t proud, but when that man’s hands brushed against my thigh, I felt my lady parts throb like a honky-tonk on a Friday night. Next thing I know, we’re pullin’ over on some deserted road, the headlights castin’ shadows on his chiseled features.
Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459
I stepped into the candlelit chaos of Sigma Chi frat house, a whirlpool of bodies and libations. Laughter and thumping bass pulsed through my veins as I made my way to the keg.
As I poured a red solo cup, I caught eyes with a ruggedly handsome frat brother, glancing down at the tight tank top clinging to my curves. “Hey there, heatwave,” he smirked, sidling up next to me. “You look like you’re ready to get wild.”
His friend, equally chiseled, leaned in, fingers trailing along my arm. “Yeah, we can show you a real party.” Before I could respond, they each grabbed a cup and steered me toward a darkened hallway.
Julie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 453
“Dr. Julie, she says I’m a perv that can never be satisfied. Over the years she has caught me several times, with all kinds of different things. It started out with toys. First a masturbator, then anal toys, and kinkier things. Then she found fetish porn on my computer. I tried really hard to stop but I can’t stop thinking about really kinky things. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. I’m so ashamed and embarrassed to admit this. But when I have sex with her, I fantasize about some very taboo fetishes. It makes me feel so guilty. She once found a suitcase I hid in the attic. It was full of lingerie, teddies, panties, bras, socks, garter belts, stockings, and even a pair of red heels. Then there was the time she found makeup. She even found diapers once. It’s really bad Dr. Julie. She tells me that there is something wrong with me. She says this isn’t normal. I feel like such a loser. She told me that I have to get therapy. That’s why I’m here.”
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Miss Anna was dating an educated professional. Little did he know, he was just the flavor of the week. He was smart, successful, he had everything going for him. But Miss Anna absolutely hated him. She couldn’t stand him. And the more she avoided him and treated him like the dirt, the more he would pursue her, insisting of his likeness to her.