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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Schifoza

☏ 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.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Mr. Frank was my cheer team’s biggest contributor. He won an award, and I couldn’t wait to give him his prize. He told me backstage one day that he had a fantasy of a cheer team massage turn orgy. I would invite the girls to my house and then ask him to come too. He would walk up the stairs on go to the room at the end of the hallway. That’s where they were waiting for him.

Melissa, the captain and tall blonde, told him to strip down to his boxers if that made him the most comfortable and to lay down on the bed. Melissa came up on his left, and Judy, her right hand, beautiful tall red head, came up on his right side. They were no longer wearing their cheer uniforms but matching red and purple satin lingerie instead.

Judy had some body oil in her hand and started rubbing it in all over Mr. Franks back, down his sculpted ass, and his legs. She told him to turn over; they were ready to handle his front side now too.

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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.

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Melanie 1-844-332-2639 ext. 463

Eddy came to me one day because he loved my sense of fashion, especially lingerie fashion. He wanted so badly to wear his first pair of panties, but he wasn’t sure how to do it. I told him to come over to my house after work one day and I would love to help ease him into it.

First thing I needed to know was if there was a style, color, fabric that he had in mind. He wanted to feel as girly as possible, so we went for some pink satin bikini panties. I told him that it was a great first option. He came up to my room and I had the perfect pair in mind for him.

Eddy stripped his clothes from the bottom down. I told him he could keep his shirt on for starters if he felt more comfortable, but his pants, underwear and preferably socks would need to come off. He had a nice package to work with, but I didn’t want to pay attention too much and make him uncomfortable.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

My current curiosity belonged to Elias. He was the perfect, arrogant prince of his small, modern kingdom. A penthouse suite protected by layers of steel and, most deliciously, a web of high-definition security cameras. He was a man who believed in control, which meant he feared observation most of all.

I was the only one who truly saw the fissures in his flawless exterior, the things he typed only when he thought the Wi-Fi was off, the desires he locked away when the moon turned cold. This information was my leverage, far more potent than any rotten apple or ill-gotten jewel. I knew what I wanted and would stop at nothing to get it.

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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.”

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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.

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