Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

It’s almost Halloween, and I’m feeling especially naughty. My perfect, pink 20-year-old pussy is just begging to be devoured like a decadent treat. And tonight, I’m granting that wish.

I strut around the dorm in a sultry black pussycat costume, my curves accentuated by the tight, form-fitting fabric. My bright red lipstick is smeared, giving me a wicked, come-hither look. I can practically hear the whispers of desire trailing in my wake.

But it’s not until I slip into my room that the real party begins. I shed the costume, revealing my naked body in all its glory. I take a moment to admire my reflection in the mirror. Pert breasts, toned legs, and of course, that flawless, pink slit between my thighs.

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vampire domme

Stella 1-844-332-2639 ext 322

Stalking me through the dim labyrinth of the old city, the vampire had likely intended to make me his next meal. His kind always did—arrogant, immortal creatures who thought they were untouchable. But I knew his type well. Desire coiled beneath the surface of his insidious grace, an itch beyond the thirst for my veins.

I let him follow me into the shadows of an abandoned theater, the scent of dust and decay clinging to the velvet seats. Then I turned to face him, arms crossed beneath my chest, the curve of my corset pressing my body in ways I knew would taunt him. “You’ve been watching me,” I murmured, tilting my head. “Do I fascinate you?”

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Dirty

Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203

Miss Anna came upstairs to her garden only to catch her dirty nephew leaning over it and relieving himself. She was furious, she began chasing him to spank him, but on her way over, she tripped on a bucket, which he had previously filled with more stinky surprises. Anna came falling down, scraping her knee and ripping her silk stocking. She let out a yelp and swore, for she was in so much pain.

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succubus

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My Succubus costume was cheap red vinyl and was slutty enough that I felt the wind lift the hem with every step. I’d spent an hour applying black as night liquid eyeliner and slicking on the perfect shade of red lip gloss that tasted like artificial cherry and bad decisions. I wanted every eye on me. The kind of attention that made lesser girls blush, the kind that promised chaos.

I moved through the crush of masked students like I owned the ground, thriving on the whistles and the lingering stares. Every glance felt like a currency, and I was rolling in it. That’s when I saw him. He was standing alone, leaning against the wrought-iron fence of an old, unused cemetery that bordered the sidewalk—a classic mistake, I realized later.

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Step-Son Needed A Hand

Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244

My poor step-son has really had a go of it lately. First, his girlfriend broke up with him, and then a few days later, he got into a dirt bike accident that broke both his arms! He’s been so miserable and unable to do anything! Recovering has been hard on all of us. His dad normally bathes him and sits with him during the day while I’m at work, but a big out-of-town meeting came up, and I was tasked not only with keeping him company but also with keeping his spirits up.

I was sitting beside his bed on the third day we’d been by ourselves when I noticed him squirming. “Are your pillows in need of adjusting, baby?” I asked, standing to come by his side and help him with anything he may need. He looked up at me with the oddest expression.

“I’m so embarrassed.”

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Femme Domme Friday

Goddess Rita 1844-332-2639 Ext 413

The hunk at the gym was very bold when he approached. “I’d do anything you said so long as I got to taste your sweaty ass,” I smirked and nodded. We’d see what a good boy he’d make, it WAS Femme Domme Friday, after all.

He thought he’d drive us to his house, but he quickly learned he wasn’t going to have any control in this situation. He sat in the passenger seat of my car as I drove to my house, with my hand rubbing his upper thigh. My fingers grazed close to his cock, teasing him with what was to come, but never brushing his needy erection. The stud’s hips bucked trying to get some friction during the quick drive back to mine, but he still had no idea what he was in for.

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Aynsley 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 459

Did you know my favorite thing ever is to give you JOI while I’m also fingering this tight, 20-year old hole? I just had the BEST JOI phone call and had to tell you about it. Seriously, please goon for me.

I leaned back against my pillows, fully nude, and spread my legs wide. The cool air of my dorm room made my skin tingle. “First things first, I want you to get comfortable and take out whatever you need to stroke your cock for as long as I say so. Today, I’m in control.”

I started slow, teasingly rubbing my hands up and thighs, savoring the sensation. “Remember, you don’t get to cum yet. You’ll know when it’s time.” I moaned softly, my fingers tracing the edge of my panties before slipping beneath.

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

I stood tall, arms crossed beneath my ample bosom, surveying the trembling forms of my loyal subjects. They knew better than to meet my piercing gaze directly, their eyes cast downwards in deference. “Bow down, my little worshippers,” I commanded, my husky voice dripping with sultry dominance.

One by one, they sank to their knees before me, faces pressed to the cold floor in supplication. I have deemed them unworthy to gaze upon my radiant glory. I savored the sight, a delicious thrill coursing through my core.

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ghost sex

Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

As soon as I finished uttering the words of my spell, the shadows in the corners of my basement didn’t just deepen; they coalesced. A figure rose from the center of the pentagram. He was transparent, tall and lean. He wasn’t monstrous, but terrifyingly perfect; his form was defined by the absence of light with eyes like distant, hungry stars. I was instantly mesmerized. “You called,” his voice hissed, a static whisper that vibrated in my teeth. “What payment do you offer, little witch?”

My breath hitched. I felt a cold knot in my stomach, but the heat of reckless desire was raging in my desperate pussy. I had aimed high; summoning not a man but a ghost from the Underworld, a creature whose touch could corrupt or worse. But still, I had to have him.

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Addicted To My Exconvicts Cock

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

“Come on, Kay, you have to come to Nick’s coming home party,” Tiffany begged. “He really wants to see you, and I know you miss him. It’s been what? Two years?”

I chewed at my lower lip as I nodded. It’d been a long time since my ex got locked up. Of course, I missed him, I was addicted to him but it was something I tried never to admit to myself. The man is toxic, dangerous, and so fucking sexy it hurts. I can’t say no when I’m around him. No matter how dumb the thing he’s asking me to do is, I always agree just to see him smile at me. I literally CAN’T go to his welcoming home party. It’d be better for me if I just pretended he was never, ever getting out of prison.

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