Birthday Girl Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
“He WHO!” I yelled. Anna’s lips opened like she was going to tell me, and then I saw her gaze flick to somewhere behind me, and her mouth snapped shut.
“Is the birthday girl ready?” A familiar voice tickled me from behind. Chloe, I turned to look for her, and she gently touched my bare lower back. “I just don’t know who’s more excited! Eek!”She squealed as I shook my head, confused over what was happening, as she started to push me toward the stage.
Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443
I’d heard the phrase “kissing cousins,” all my life. My family is super close, and I have a ton of relatives that I greet with a kiss; however, this Thanksgiving, my cousin Caleb gave it a whole new meaning.
Caleb is my Mom’s step-cousin’s son, so like my second cousin or something? Hopefully, he’s like basically not related at all because I’m pretty sure what we did in the barn on Thursday was a moral sin!
Kayla 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Okay, so it’s not December yet, but I wanted to put up my Christmas tree! I just think a good, well-decorated Christmas tree helps the Thanksgiving esthetic, ya know? But I am so tired of fake trees or the ones you buy from the fire station that are already dried out and basically a pile of pine needles on your floor. I wanted a healthy, hand-picked Christmas tree.
And I live close enough to the woods that there literally was nothing stopping me from going out and chopping down my own tree! I’m an independent woman who is so capable of something like that. So I put on my knee-high boots, the ones without heels, a flannel over shirt, cus it felt right, and off I went. Axe in hand, I was gonna get myself my own damn tree.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
I went to the doctor recently to get this achy pain checked out. Little did he know that I had been crushing on him for weeks. He was an ass specialist and it took me some time to get a referral. When he walked into the patient room, I made sure I was ready for him. None of this, loosely tied gown, mediocre cleavage exposed. Nope! I went in blazing, on all fours on the examination table with my round ass in the air. He practically dropped his clip board when he walked in. He began to sweat so much I could see the heat build up fog against his stethoscope.
Getting to know me is to fall head-over-heels deep in love with me. So, let’s get something out in the open here. One of my favorite things to do is kiss. I’m not talking about Grandma’s peck. Those kind of kisses feel absolutely pointless to me. They make me say, “Why”!? The kind of kiss I’m talking about is the kind of kiss that leaves you breathless. Thinking back on some of my best moments, my tits heaving, which means I’m begging for more, and can’t get enough fast enough. It’s the kind where we’re both breathing so hard, it can’t be mistaken for anything else other than passion, lust, and desire.
My lips are multi-versatile, so when I say that I love to kiss, let me clarify so there’s no confusion here. Whether I’m kissing on actual lips on your face, whether I’m kissing, sucking, or devouring your c*ck, or if I’m kissing or sucking on a dildo, it’s all worthwhile to me.
Anna 844-332-2639 EXT. 203
Mommy had just gotten home when the phone rang. She could barely take off her heels, as it was ringing already as she unlocked the door. She dropped her bags and clicked her shoes to the nearest phone in the kitchen. It was your teacher. She called to tell Mommy that you swore at her at school today and to make matters worse, you had an accident and she had to find you a change of clothes.
HONEY 1-844-332-2639, ext. 300
Black Girl Obsession is a thing. Admit it you are obsessed with me. It’s a given at this point. Just look at me. This body was made to fuck. One of my favorite things in the world is sex. I love to feel a hard and thick cock penetrating my pussy. Pounding that tight cunt and stretching it to fit your dick. There is just something so hot and nasty about it. I just can’t get enough, baby. I am in a word, insatiable.
Ronnie 1-844-332-2639 Ext 443
A really nice man read my blog about how I wanted to learn about spankin’, and he sure did deliver! He couldn’t believe I’d never been spanked before. I guess he thought I looked like a very bad girl or somethin’! Anyhow, he liked the idea of me getting paddled by a teacher, so we pretended I got caught passin’ notes in class, and he got upset.
I guess that’s against the rules, I tried to explain that I didn’t pass it. I only received the note, but he said that didn’t matter. It was a punishable offense, and I would have to stay after class to get a spankin’! Can you believe it? A grown man, a person in a position of authority, wanted to spank little ol’ me! I was as nervous as I was excited.