Trans Alexus 1844-332-2639 Ext 349
Ah, yes. There you are, on your knees, waiting for a taste of your Goddess. Tilt your head back as I grab your jaw. Open that mouth as I lean over you and allow a string of drool to stretch from my mouth to yours. As time freezes and all you wait for is that one taste of my spit, your tongue extends, and the string releases from my mouth to splash into yours. Swallow me, then suck my cock.
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
I’m craving older men. Not in an ‘I have Daddy issues’ kind of way but in an ‘I want an experienced man to show me the time of my life’ kind of way. I’ve heard my friends talk about the benefits of being with a man who knows what he’s doing, and if you don’t want a fumbling idiot drooling over you while he humps you, then they say you have to let an older man between your legs.
I want to do that. I’m waiting for a slat-n-pepper/silver fox to teach me what my body is capable of. Are you the man I’m lusting after? Continue reading “Craving Older Men”
Miqala 844-332-2639 ext 447 Call me!
I know exactly what you want to do. You act like it’s fucking disgusting, but deep down in your perverted little head, you just want to be pushed. A deep, dark, hidden part of you wants to see how far I can make you go. I’ll push you all the way to your limit that says, “No, icky, I can’t.” But then, you want me to push you even more.
You can’t really complain. After all, I’m making you do what you want to do. Well, maybe want is the wrong word. It’s what you need to do. It could be so much worse than that, cum sucker.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
Being a slutty little cock tease was bound to catch up with me eventually. Acting like a bitch who doesn’t care about your feelings is fun and all, but it doesn’t protect me when you decide to take charge. I’m so small compared to you. So powerless to actually stop you from making ME the bitch.
Greg taught me this lesson the hard way. We’d been flirting, and I’d enjoyed giving him blue balls for weeks. Until he finally snapped. We ended up alone in the walk-in freezer of the restaurant we both work in. Why are kitchen guys so nasty? He cornered me in the back of the soundproof box and shoved two fingers into my mouth while his other hand held the back of my head. His fingers rubbed my tongue and worked their way into the back of the throat. I was scared when I started choking, and he didn’t pull back. “Not so mouthy now, are you Bitchy Belle?”
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
I Locked Up his dick! I can’t believe I forgot to tell you about my VERY first phonesex call! Honestly, I thought my first call would be a fun little suck and fuck or some extraordinary small penis humiliation, but it was even better than that! What could be better, you’re wondering?
The pathetic little dick wad knew he’d be better off as a dickless tongue slave, so he called me up and allowed me to guide him into removing that useless little appendage he called a cock by Locking it uptight.
Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444
“Now remember, boys,” I ran my manicured nails through Conner’s hair and yanked his head back to make sure he was paying attention. He kneeled before me and my gaggle of girlfriends. Naked and also kneeling beside him, Asher furiously jerked his cock. “Whoever spurts first is the loser and has to lick up whatever puddles of goop you both spill.”
Conner’s green eyes met mine as I hovered above him, and he grunted. Both boys were pumping as fast as they could, trying to prove who had the better stamina and would be worthy of playing more games with the girls and me later. “Yes, Belle!” both boys answered, and the girls, watching them, burst out into laughter.
xXx Francie xXx 844-332-2639 x 208
“Take it, Francie.” I willed my eyes to open and inhaled a full breath. The sun was shining bright in the room, and I realized I was in my bed. Surrounded by my big white pillows and comfy bedcovers. The pain of the nightmare was gone, and there was only him. The same steel-grey eyes of my dream, but now they were soft, kind, and loving.
He was on top of me, kissing my neck and cooing sweet nothings in my ear. “You’re safe. There is no pain. It was just another dream.” It took a moment to register his words. We weren’t in the kitchen, and he wasn’t punching me in the chest.
Valerie 1844-332-2639 Ext 243
Does your cock leak when you get aroused? I really like making a boy so wet with his own precum. A self-lubbing cock is so much fun to play with. To tease, I mean. Would you let me experiment with your cock to see how much I can make you dribble before you actually cum for me?
You’ll need to practice some breathing exercises and think about things that turn you off because I don’t want this to be over soon. I’m aching to rub my fingertip over the gooey center, tapping it and dragging back the long, stringy rope of your desire. You’ll let me play with your precum, won’t you?
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Our eyes met, and I looked away again. I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder as if his gaze were magnetic, constantly pulling at me from across the crowded space. “Girl, he literally can’t take his eyes off you.” Sasha squealed, and I rolled my eyes, taking another hearty sip of the fruity cocktail, stirring the muddled berries at the bottom with my straw.
“Stop, he’s probably just watching the game,” I said, pointing to the TV in front of me. And it just looks like he’s watching me.”
“No!” all three of my girlfriends retorted simultaneously. “He’s definitely looking at you.” Carol swallowed tightly and looked down at the tabletop. “He’s coming this way!”
Ronnie 1844-33-CANDY Ext 443
The other night, I dreamed I was lost in a big city. I’ve never really been to a city like the one in my dream, but it was late at night, yet the street lights made it brighter than the day. Neon signs flashed from windows, and crowds filled the street as I tried to figure out where I was and where I needed to go.
I felt so scared and unsure. I spun this way and that, and nothing looked familiar. Not the people around me or the street signs. Knowing I couldn’t just stand in one place, I picked a direction and started to walk. Big, calloused hands grabbed my elbows and pulled me towards an alley. Whoever grabbed me was wearing a hat pulled low over their face, and I couldn’t make out a single feature.