Julie 1844-332-2639 Ext 453

“I can cum to the sound of your voice” he whispers. “It’s sexy and sultry. And it makes my dick so freaking hard. You don’t even have to be saying anything sexual. It’s just your voice. No one has ever had this effect on me before. How do you do this?” He whispered. I giggled. “No, I’m serious. Your voice echoes through my mind. And I keep getting drawn back for more. I can’t stay away. I’ll be sitting in the middle of a business meeting, and your voice will keep playing through my mind like a broken record. I can’t stop it. No matter how hard I try. And my dick will literally start getting hard. Just at the thought of your voice. So I sit in meetings getting harder and harder. By the time it’s finally over, I have a huge, obvious boner in my pants. It’s so embarrassing. Because my coworkers are probably wondering what on earth or who during the meeting gave me a hard on.”

“That’s when I go back to my office. I lock the door and close the blinds. Then I call you.”

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Diana 1-844-332-2639 Ext. 248

This past weekend, I waltzed into an exclusive charity gala at a grand mansion, dressed to the nines in a scandalously tight red dress that barely covered my ass. The dress hugged every curve, my tits practically spilling out of the low-cut top. I was on the prowl for a wealthy sugar daddy to wine, dine and 69 me.

As I mingled and sipped champagne, my eyes locked with a silver-haired gentleman who looked like he could buy a small country. Not the sexiest man, but money is the best aphrodisiac. He introduced himself as Marcus, a “venture capitalist” – code for trust fund baby. I made sure to bend over extra low to refill his glass, giving him an eyeful of my cleavage.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

Your hands reach out, exploring the landscape of my body. They trace the curve of my hips, the indent of my waist, and finally, they find their way to my breasts. A soft moan escapes my lips as your fingers graze my nipples, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.

I watch as you lower your zipper, freeing your thick, hard dick. It’s a sight that never fails to make my pussy ache with need. I step closer, pressing my breasts against your chest, our skin slick with anticipation. “Fuck, Amber,” you groan as I take your dick in my hand, guiding it between my breasts. The sensation is mesmerizing, both for you and for me. The feeling of your hard length sliding between my soft mounds, coated in a sheen of sweat, is unlike anything else. I look up at you, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze as I begin to move.

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1844-33-CANDY Ext. 423

In the quiet hush of the night, your friend’s house is a sanctuary of slumber. I, Mercedes, a teen vision of youth and petite allure of the age of 14, find myself ensconced in a sea of blankets. You, the father of my friend, are supposed to be far removed from this scene.

A shift in the air, a subtle change in the ambiance that sends a thrill down my spine. You stand at the threshold of the room, a silhouette against the moonlit backdrop. Your eyes find mine in the dark, a wordless exchange that speaks volumes.

“You’re a naughty girl, Mercedes,” you whisper, your voice a low rumble that sends a shiver down my spine. “Coming into my house, tempting me like this.”

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” I whisper, my heart pounding in my chest as I watch you through the gap in the curtain. I’m standing in my bedroom, completely naked, my body flushed with excitement. I can see you clearly through the window, your eyes fixed on my body as you slowly stroke your cock. You’re wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs, your thick, grey hair sticking up in every direction.

“I’ve been thinking about this all day,” you say, your voice low and husky. “Ever since I saw you bending over in your garden this morning.” Blushing at the memory, my pussy growing wet at the thought of you watching me in my favorite pair of tiny shorts and a crop top, my body on full display as I tended to my flowers. I knew you were watching me, and the thought made me so fucking horny. “Come over, Mr. Gillis” I say, my voice shaking with desire…“I want to suck your cock…Please.”

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Belle 1844-332-2639 X 444

Early this morning, a horny crossdresser found me in the chatroom and let me know that his wife was asleep, not twenty feet from where he wanted to play with me.

I love to see how filthy slut will dress to impress me, so I told him to get dressed and bring a dildo back to the living room to see if we could be sneaky right there in front of his sleeping bitch. He returned wearing a pink latex thong, an open-back teddy with matching stockings, and five-inch pink high heels. Mmm, color me impressed.

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Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY ext 357

I whimpered as my hands pulled at the red ropes holding my wrists to the bedpost. “Please, just let me touch you.” Sean ignored my pleas and peeled the wrapper off yet another candy cane. My body was covered with the sticky sugar. Two hours ago, he had stripped my body and told me I needed to relax a little. He said he would make me feel so good that all my holiday stress would melt away.

I believed him, and he was kind of right. I wasn’t thinking about work or family drama when he used the hairdryer to melt the candy cane over my nipples. The way the red and white stripes ran over my breasts as they liquified was beautiful. He was slow and meticulous and did not allow me to deviate from his plans.

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Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404

“You’re wearing those nylon stockings I got you, right? I want to feel your tongue on my toes. Lick them like you love them, and I might give you a treat.” Justin’s face lights up, his eyes sparkling like the stars above. He’s always been a sucker for Amber’s feet, especially when she’s wearing her favorite pair of nylon stockings. He can’t help but feel aroused at the thought of her asking him to lick her toes. “Yes, Amber. I’m wearing them. I’d be happy to lick your toes for you.”

“Good boy,” Amber says, her voice dripping with satisfaction. “Come here and take off my shoes.” Justin eagerly complies, crawling over to Amber on his hands and knees. He reaches for her feet, gently removing her shoes and socks, revealing her perfect, pedicured toes. He can’t help but stare at them for a moment, admiring their beauty before he begins to lick them. Amber moans softly as Justin’s tongue makes contact with her skin. He starts at her heel, licking his way up to her toes, savoring the taste of her skin. He takes each toe into his mouth, swirling his tongue around them, feeling her tremble with pleasure.

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Roxxxy (844) 332-2639 Ext 414

Up next is Foxy Roxy on center stage. As I sexily saunter over to the pole, I can’t help but notice a debonair gentleman sitting in the corner. His designer suit caught my eye. But his silver hair and sparkling blue eyes caught my attention. He flashed a sexy grin that sent tingles up and down my spine. And a surge of energy through my wet pussy. I let go and lost myself in a sultry dance of horny lust. Every time I looked his way, his eyes were locked on me. He was drinking what looked like whiskey on the rocks. And he was puffing on a nice cigar. I think he had me just as turned on as I had him. Then sexual tension between us was HOT. It felt as if everyone in the room could feel the heat. As I was walking off stage, he ever so slightly motioned with his eyes for me to go over to him. So I did. He told me to have a seat. Then he asked me what I would like to drink. I said that I’m different, I like a martini XXXtra dirty but also with a twist.

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Swooning For Swaybottom

Kayla Cumsalot 1844-33-CANDY Ext 357

The Christmas party was utterly boring until she sashayed into the room. Her dress clung to her curves, making my mouth water and the warm glow of her chocolate skin had me wanting to drink her in like hot Cocoa. I could tell she was shy even though all the light in the room seemed to gravitate toward her. The men clamored around, making her giggle and blush, but when I stepped into her circles of admirers, her dark eyes focused only on me. “Good Evening,” I pressed in tight against her side, with all of the men panting as they watched. “Let me get you a drink?”

Her chin dipped low, and her thick lashes fluttered as she nodded. “What’s your name?” I was close enough to whisper in her ear and feel how her body was reacting to mine. Her rise rose and fell in shallow breaths, but when she looked up at me, lust swirled in the depths of her gaze.

“Samantha Swaybottom,” she murmured, and it was then that I knew… Tonight, Miss Swaybottom would be all mine.

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